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Day 3: Marlind (Knowledge/Nature)

I could be everywhere or anywhere the wind might take my soul,
I could be anything or anyone you’d ever wanna know.
           -Your Love – Austin Plaine

As soon as Sorey entered the town gates, the aroma of fresh trees and foliage filled his senses and he was suddenly aware of the surroundings which he had entered. Not only was it full of life with the many students, scholars, and traders alike, but the nature surrounding the town had absolutely grown in size. Life prospered within the trees and branches that now arched over the small scholar town, each one nearly emanating a large amount of blessings from each of its branches.

Sorey carefully walked through the crowds, as it was nearly noon, and found a nearby porch that had a rail and looked over a bit of the town. Prior to entering the town gates, Mikleo was summoned by quite a chatty scholar, and Sorey clearly saw how conflicted Mikleo felt in that moment, watching him as Mikleo’s eyes shifted from the scholar and back to Sorey. Sorey just smiled and waved to Mikleo, an indication that he would go ahead and meet him later, to which Mikleo glanced back and nodded apologetically.

Leaning against the rail, Sorey began to scan the busy crowds and started to notice just how much larger Marlind had become.

Well, formerly Marlind, that is. It was definitely the same town, with very different aspects, just as he had seen from his previous visit in Ladylake. He had grown accustomed to the fact that every town he would encounter on this journey would be drastically different from what he remembered, but he still couldn’t help but compare the two sights he had seen from each city or location they travelled to.

It comforted Sorey, though, that all of the places they have been to always still held a sense of familiarity. While this former Marlind looked much more busy than he remembered, the nature focus that primarily defined the town was still strong, if not stronger, than he had ever seen before. The great tree that he once thought was large  during his Shepherd journeys had now grown much taller in size, its branches covering Marlind in a protective dome while still letting most natural light seep through its foliage. Many other smaller trees with different colored leaves also contributed to the great tree, creating a vast array of color above the town. While it covered some part of the sky, it did not by all means completely block it out. The trees had a way of intertwining naturally and still allowing sunlight and the blue sky peek through its leaves.

It took Sorey’s breath away. How the blessings in the town overflowed with such positive prosperity was beyond him and it slowly began to dawn on him that this was indeed a result of his long slumber.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Mikleo making slow progress through the crowds, but he was stopped almost every minute by another passing scholar. He spoke to each person with confidence; it could be seen in the way he carried himself with broad shoulders straightened, head held high but not in superiority, and eyes filled with understanding and attention to each individual he spoke to. The way which Mikleo kept carrying on conversations and never refusing to talk to anyone was a feat which Sorey knew he developed over the years of his absence.

Sorey smiled; he felt proud as he watched Mikleo go about his work, nodding to each individual and responding as if it were second nature to him. It made him realize that in the years of his absence, Mikleo was hard at work writing multiple books; travelling everywhere and taking in the sights. Eventually, he became a well-known seraph that travelled Glenwood frequently and was sought after many scholars and travellers alike who wished to know more about the different theories and discoveries which Mikleo so often divulged in inside his books.

However, as impressive as Mikleo’s repertoire had become, it wasn’t the knowledge or work ethic which made Sorey proud; it was the fact that Mikleo was able to move forward without him, was able to live life to the best of his abilities, and eventually find pleasure and gratification in the activities he loved to do the most. It was the very same activity and hobby that Sorey loved to do, and he admired Mikleo for being able to pursue it all the same, as it must have bittersweetly reminded him of Sorey countless times.

Mikleo’s determination and ability to endure and stay strong were feats which he was amazed by. Smiling, he propped his arm on the railing and rested his head on it, staring at Mikleo who was now walking towards his direction and did a small wave in indication that he noticed Sorey. Sorey waved back. He learned from Lailah during their previous visit at Ladylake that Mikleo had the full intention of writing the books and exploring the world on Sorey’s behalf so that when he woke up, he would have the resources necessary to catch up on what the current world was like. When Sorey asked her what other people thought of his books, she merely smiled and looked directly into his eyes.

“The people call Mikleo’s writings a reflection of an inspiration; most often, his words were written in a way that felt genuine, full of life, and in positive anticipation for someone he seemed to be waiting on.” She placed a hand on Sorey’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Each book was in dedication towards you, Sorey, and he made sure everyone who laid eyes on his writings knew.”

Sorey was at first a bit embarrassed upon hearing that, but after reading a couple of volumes of Mikleo’s books, he began to feel emotions of gratitude towards everything Mikleo worked for, just for him.

Looking at Mikleo now and how far he’s accomplished made his heart well up in a way he couldn’t quite understand; all he knew was that he was so very grateful towards everything Mikleo had done.

As Mikleo began to climb the small set of stairs which led to the small landing that Sorey stood on, Sorey chuckled.

“Mr. Popular, are we?”

Mikleo took his spot next to Sorey and rolled his eyes. “This isn’t even the half of it. I love visiting this town, but there’s always a downside to doing so as well.” He nodded towards Sorey. “What do you think of this town so far?”

Sorey looked up towards the intertwining branches above him and he smiled. “Big. Crowded. Kind of intimidating. But also very warm, compassionate, and well-intentioned.”

Mikleo looked up as well towards the intertwining branches. “Rohan’s done amazing work as Lord of the Land to keep the tree from blocking out the sky completely. Figuring out the path of a constantly growing tree and naturally guiding it to not block out the sky is an amazing feat that I could never fathom.”

“It must be the effects of his blessing that you’re feeling,” he continued. “Rohan has always been a kind seraph and many of the students, scholars, and other people alike are just as so. It’s very rare that any scholars are impossibly competitive; you have friendly rivalries, but nothing too serious, which makes learning much more cultivated and developed for many young individuals here.”

Mikleo looked up at Sorey, who was still in awe by the amount of trees in the area. “It’s amazing.”

Mikleo laughed. “You know what’s also amazing? The library that’s been built next to Dumnonia Museum.”

Sorey’s eyes lit up. “There’s a library?! We have to go, Mikleo.”

Mikleo at first looked doubtful. “Hm, I’m not sure if that’s a great idea.”

Sorey began to laugh. “What, afraid that I actually know more content and will have read most of the books in the library already?”

At this, Mikleo just rolled his eyes and gave a small playful smack to Sorey. “Please, coming from the person who’s slept more than half his life.”

The tone in Mikleo’s voice was something that Sorey couldn’t pass. Slowly, he looked at Mikleo and smirked.

“Is that a competition I hear?”

Mikleo’s head snapped in Sorey’s direction and he squinted his eyes towards him, a smile forming on his lips.

“You’re on.”

Mikleo turned around quickly to go in the direction of the library, but was suddenly stopped by Sorey, who grabbed his hand just before he took a step down. He raised his eyebrow inquisitively, staring at Sorey who was looking at the city.

Slowly, Sorey turned to Mikleo and he smiled. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

Mikleo was silent at first, processing Sorey’s words, before he shook his head and smiled.

“Idiot. No need to thank me for something I wanted to do.”

They were silent for awhile after Mikleo’s comment, hands linked and eventually intertwining. The wind around the town began to pick up, with it Sorey’s ponytail and the capes which hung behind Mikleo’s back. It continued gently for awhile, picking up these items which served as representatives of small changes they underwent through the years; yet they themselves had not changed, despite everything else around them. Sorey grinned and squeezed Mikleo’s hand, suddenly feeling more bold than usual.

“Were you referring to me in the dedications that are in each of your books?”

Mikleo stared at Sorey for a moment and nodded. “Each and every single one of them. No individual picked up a copy without that one page being inside it.”

Sorey tilted his head to the side, feigning innocence as he asked his next question. “Did anyone actually ask why you were so attached to this Shepherd, I wonder?”

Mikleo quickly picked up on Sorey’s implications and he immediately began to feel flustered. He looked away and began to turn around to start walking down the stairs.

“I-In any case, we should start heading to the library now before it gets too late.”

Sorey laughed as he realized Mikleo was avoiding his question and followed him down the stairs. “Mikleoooo, I just want to hear you say it!”

“Like you’ve ever said it to me recently!”

“What? That I love you? And that your words in your books indirectly tell me each time that you love me too?”

Mikleo sputtered incoherent words and he glanced back at Sorey every once in awhile as he continued to walk forward.

“Y-you can’t just say that so easily…! And if my books already say it to you, then-!”

Sorey shrugged, but his grin began to grow even wider. “Why not? It’s the truth! And come on, I just want to hear you say it out loud without using your books!”

Mikleo just sighed. “O-one day, but today’s not that day, okay!”

Sorey nodded and lightly chuckled. “Okay. I’ll just take you holding my hand in public as one step forward out of your shell, at least.”

Mikleo just rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny that he did, in fact, enjoyed holding Sorey’s hand in public and squeezed it a little harder as they walked in the direction of the library.

Sorey concluded that Mikleo was a great scholar, but indeed needed lessons in breaking out of his shell in some contexts.

He was still proud of him nonetheless.

I don’t wanna be anywhere other than you love
I don’t wanna be anything other than your love.

anonymous asked:

Bee, you met Ezra Miller right? I fucking love him and I swear you met him at some point. Can you tell the story because again, I fucking love him!

I have. I sat next to him on a 4 hour flight. He was probably my favorite person I’ve ever had the great intense pleasure of meeting. He willingly took the middle seat because he liked being surrounded by “friends”. He instantly made friends with the 60-something year old man in the window seat. He asked the man if he was uncomfortable with Queer people and then loudly went “OF COURSE YOURE NOT PHILLIP IM SURE YOU HAVE SOME STORIES!” And the man laughed and nodded and it was like they had their own secrets between the two of them haha. His talking voice is ecstatic and booming and he kept having to be shushed by the flight attendant to which he leaned over me, hand on his heart and sincerely said to her “I sing opera.” He was commenting on his book he was reading out loud. He fell asleep like a robot who’s power switch had been flipped off. We talked about a scar he has on his arm from an ex girlfriend (that I’m pretty sure was Zoe Kravitz) stabbing him during a fight. He laughed telling the story and ran his finger over it and warmly said “she was amazing.”  He asked me about my writing and showed genuine interest and enthusiasm for the topic and gave me so much great advice. He puts his hand on your arm when he talks to you and it’s so calming. He had on these weird rope Jesus looking sandals and I said “Nice sandals where’d you get those?” and he goes “Oh I climbed a mountain in Tibet and a monk that lived in a monastery at the top made them.” And when I said “Really??” because it wasn’t that far fetched of a story for someone like Ezra he snorted and went “No I get these in Brooklyn.” 

He was boisterous and open hearted and amazing and I adored every second with him. 

Feathers Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

OK, I this is my submission to @hannibalcreative‘s #SpacedogsSummer. It was just a goofy idea, but some people seemed to enjoy it and now I’m writing a multi-chap fic. Because I have no control over myself. 

         "You’re my what, now?“ Nigel lit another cigarette and stared at the man who had appeared in a flash of light at the foot of his bed.

         “I’m your guardian angel, Adam.” The kid’s face was impassive, blinking impossibly blue eyes as he took in his surroundings. When he noticed Nigel’s scrutiny, he ducked his head, flapping his long snowy wings nervously. The movement dislodged the golden halo, making it fall lopsided over one of the man’s eyes. With a mild disgruntled noise, Adam readjusted the circlet.

         Nigel looked at the trails of coke on his nightstand. “What the fuck is in this shit?”

         Adam looked at the powder, then back at Nigel’s bare chest. “It’s approximately 40% cocaine, 40% boric acid, and 20% laxative.”

         Nigel frowned. “Thank you, big bird.”

         Adam shook his head with a frown. “I’m not a bird, I’m an angel. The wings are part of the uniform.”

         Nigel sighed, scratching his chest. If this weird little thing was going to ruin his high, he might as well have some fun. “Not that I’m complaining about anything as pretty as you popping up in my bedroom, but why the fuck are the halos and harps crew interested in me?”

         “I was assigned to you because you’re a borderline case.”

         Adams fingers tapped on his neat little slacks. Nigel had the urge to link their fingers together. He shook his head. Coke always made him sentimental.


         "You have the capability of doing great good, though you don’t,” Adam admonished. Nigel snorted, waving his cigarette as he acquiesced the point. “If you live up to your potential, there’s a chance you could still go to heaven. St. Peter assigned me to try and get you on the right path.”

         "Well, fuck your path and fuck you, Feathers.” Nigel raised an eyebrow at the neat little beauty in his prim sweater. “I do what I want.“

         "Well, yes, that is the idea.” Adam furrowed his brow. “You were born with free will, Nigel. I’m just here to help you make better choices with your free will.”


         "Like you should stop smoking,” Adam snapped his fingers and the cigarette fell in a pile of ash on Nigel’s chest. “Also, shooting people is considered a sin in heaven. I’m not sure if you’re aware.”

         Nigel rolled his eyes as he brushed the ash from his pecs. “Oh really? Thanks for letting me know, gorgeous.”

         "See? I’m already helping.” Adam’s voice ticked higher. He bounced once on the balls of his feet, chest puffing. “Now that you know you can’t shoot people, I’m sure you-“

         "Feathers,” Nigel’s mouth quirked into a smirk. “I knew that already.”

         "You- You know it’s wrong but you did it anyway?“

         "Yeah, darling, that’s half the fun.”

Read the Rest on AO3…

Cersei/Aerys parallels are easy to make but not very accurate.

The entire reason Cersei was driven to use wildfire on the Sept was to destroy the Faith who were attempting a coup on the Crown. They shamed her publicly for a minor crime, took her son as their figurehead who then outlawed trial-by-combat, (effectively killing or exiling his own mother). 

You also might claim that a lot of people in the Sept were innocent, but in her view every Lord and Lady who entered that Sept was legitimising the High Sparrow’s power. The Sept of Baelor stood as grand physical embodiment of his seat of power. The Faith had to be destroyed or they would have taken over the kingdoms.

Aerys, on the other hand, burned people alive for the hell of it because he saw imaginary enemies surrounding him. He burned people on a whim for his own delusions. Cersei isn’t mad or insane, she’s cold and ruthless when it comes to dealing with true enemies. Cersei learned this from her father. Twyin, who committed genocide against House Reyne, remember.

So while it’s easy to make comparison because they are both monarchs who used wildfire, it’s not exactly the same. 

anonymous asked:

Man with all this symbolism between Kakashi and Obito as well as the heavy parallels between them and Naruto and Sasuke, makes you really wonder if they could've been a sun and moon as well. With their relationship I think it's really possible to make a AU story out of it( I would read the heckies out of it). I'm just going crazy with all the ideas surrounding it but I can't get away with seeing Obito as a corrupted sun or something like that.

That’s the thing though, they could have easily played the Naruto and Sausage. Their role as Yin and Yang, Sun and Moon plays off the same. Obito was the failed protagonist trope and we see how a corrupted system warps him into a victim of war. You can easily also place Naruto ans Sausage into Obito and Kakashi’s roles too. That’s why Kakashi earlier when they all were still genin, tried to help Sasuke so much, he say himself in him, saw the bitterness and hatred. Yet he was surrounded by love. He tried so hard to explain that, but we all know Kakashi was never good with words.

Obito is the corrupted sun role, he was a shining hope that brought the idea of hope and warped it. It’s a brilliant and beautiful way to show extreme dynamics. Failed protagonists are some of my favorite tropes when done right and Obito is a fine example of that trope done right.

I’ve seen some amazing fanart and manga edits replacing the final battle where Nart and Sausage blow off each others arms and replaced them with Obito and Kakashi and undoing the infinite tsukuyomi. That parallel is one of my favs tbh

There are so many wonderful directions you can go with kkob because each path is a possibility to their roles. It’s always a “what if” scene with them two and it’s brought up between them when Obito finally comes around.

“How did we end up like this?”

i don’t know how to insert a readmore in mobile so you’re going to have to deal with this post. bear with me. i don’t understand why ds9 fandom casts garak as some sort of suave oscar wilde daddy dom when he’s clearly the kind of older man who gets trashed at a casino at 3pm on thursdays and tips dabo boys extra to hold him while he cries

the first thing we ever see him do is beeline over to the very shiniest twink from a nation comprised solely of shiny twinks (while he’s fucked up on space oxy btw) like “hey, i usually don’t approach people from space grindr in crowded public places before noon like this, but i haven’t had sex in nine years, so hmu if you ever want to…. ‘visit my tailoring shop’……… as they say.” he’s not that smooth.

imo that’s the very thing that makes g/b so great. like while garak IS technically a dangerous feminine powerful enemy spy, which as we all know is julian bashir’s charmingly bisexual fetish, even when bashir runs into ops for the first time like “I THINK GARAK IS A SPY AND WE CAN LEARN ALL MANNER OF SPY SECRETS FROM HIM” jadzia is immediately like “bro maybe but i’m pretty sure he mostly just wants to s your d.” and it’s actually incredibly magical that it even works!! ONLY fucking julian “teach for america” bashir would look at this portly middle-aged disaster of lizard man like “holy shit, i finally found my very own bond girl, holy shit, my dream.“ i honestly honestly just don’t think people understand the central themes of star trek: deep space nine at all


Prompto and Ignis join back up with the others after a day of adventuring.


Q: If you were a pet, which member would you choose to be your owner?

Does everyone else here agree that Draco Malfoy is the biggest sap of all time and probably has Mr. Draco Potter written all over his textbooks? And he surrounds them in little love hearts that he has enchanted to animate so they pulse like mini beating hearts. And he thinks nobody knows, because just the thought of him and Potter is utterly ridiculous. Who would think such a thing? But it’s so OBVIOUS. Because we’re talking every second page of EVERY textbook he owns.

And Pansy has to take him aside one day and be like, “You need to calm the fuck down on the hearts or at least cast a disillusionment charm on them before a Gryffindor sees and tells your lover boy.” And Draco, blushing like a motherfucking fire engine, gets so embarrassed that he throws all his books down the toilet (because a vanishing spell just isn’t dramatic enough for Draco My father will hear about this Malfoy). But he forgets his old friend Myrtle lives in the s bend, and isn’t so fond of being hit in the head by heavy textbooks.

So, she gets her revenge by delivering all of Draco Malfoy’s wet textbooks to the very person he never ever wanted to see them: Harry fucking Potter. At first Harry’s a little skeptical of the pile of dripping books left on his bedside table, but being the curious fool he is (and Hermione not being around to remind him the books could easily be cursed), he opens the first one to find Mr. Draco Potter written in elegant, cursive hand surrounded by a tacky (but adorable) beating heart. And the same thing in the next book. And the book after that. And every book there after.

Draco is minding his own business in Potions the next day when none other than Harry Potter sits down next to him. Which is surprising but nothing compared to what he does next. “I think you misplaced this,” he says and hands over a Potions book. Draco looks at it and horror and then up at Harry Potter’s face. Which is smiling. And not in the way that could be construed as teasing. But perhaps a genuine smile. Which is not possible.

But Draco is too embarrassed to look at Potter any more so he diverts his attention to the textbook in front of him. It’s his, alright. And looking pretty worse for wear after its trip down the s bend. His only hope is that perhaps this book isn’t as bad as the rest. Perhaps Potter didn’t even see any love hearts. Perhaps…well, Draco doesn’t really believe it but he’s desperate. He has to remind himself how bad the damage really is, so he opens the first page.

And there, underneath Draco’s neat scrawl, in the most hideous handwriting Draco Malfoy has ever seen, is Mr. Harry Malfoy.

Learning ASL, and Gaster’s helping. He’s still a bit too fast and delicately signed for me to keep up though, hehe

Signing a simple ‘Hello, my name is Gaster.’ 

Or at least I hope so ahahaha 


Time for us to investigate the library, as Shaggy and Scooby investigate it, too! 

Meta-investigation is so in these days.

So, a few things to note:

1. Shaggy stands close to the ladder 

2. He’s only surrounded by books

3. He reaches for a set of blue books

4. There’s one set of three square Possibly Drawers™ to the right of Scooby

Possibly Drawers™ – for all your uncertain, theoretical storage needs.

Cut to closeup. All of a sudden,

1. The ladder has gotten bored and left

2. Three more Possibly Drawers™ appear, one featuring the all-new Embossed Sun model

3. Half the set of blue books ran away to follow its dreams 

4. Scooby’s set of Possibly Drawers™ left with the blue book, presumably to star in a different cartoon

I like how Scooby stares up in confusion at where they were a second ago.

Cut to closer-up. Miraculously,

1. Shaggy’s book has transmogrified into an even-bigger brown one

2. Their contracts unrenewed, all Possibly Drawers™ have scramoosed entirely out of the scene 

3. The new heights and colors of nearby books have been determined via a dartboard and blindfold

4. The dictionary is half the size of the book on lizards, so we know the owner of the spooky mansion clearly has their priorities in order