I-I'm Sorry But I Can't Stop Thinking About This

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 6.

Hi everyone :-) I hope you enjoyed the last part. Here comes the next one :D

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After a while Arian returned with an armful of different bottles and packages.

“I did not know what was going to come in handy, so I took it all.” he folded them in front of Eunis, who began studied them. She carefully examined the writings of individual receptacles. Each contained a different amount of different fluids. Her attention was caught by one glass and brightly decorated bottle. Medicine in it was only at the bottom. When she turned, she saw neatly described by name label of the content.

“Look. Extract from Bortensis.” she smiled. “It will come in han....”

“Karmisha.” whispered Arian.

“Oh dear. I totally forgot about her.” she gasped. Arian turned and scuttled toward the house, where they left her. Eunis got up and ran after him.

“I´ll be back soon. Don´t go anywhere.” she called over her shoulder at Sankore. He had tried to sign her with a wave in approval, but then he twisted with painful spasms. Arian was standing in front of house when she caught up with him. They stared in disbelief at the remains of the front wall. Eunis felt chills ran down her spine. Her home. Arian stepped toward the door. He gently pushed them. The door cracked open with a creak and then fell to the ground with a thud. Cloud of dust was lifted from the ground. He slowly passed through into a dusty room. Eunis followed him slowly. Things were scattered on the ground. The furniture was broken and moved. It was hardly recognizable, it was the kitchen before. Eunis can´t believe her eyes. Who would do this? Then they went through the right door to her room. Arian stiffened. He stared at the pile of rocks beside the bed. Eunis go to look there too. She covered her mouth with her hand. One of quilts they gave Karmisha to the basket was peeping out from under a pile of debris. Then she turned to Arian. He clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes. Upon his face a tear rolled down. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Suddenly the wind picked up. It blew through the empty window shutters and a ruined roof. Gently and quietly. It ruffled Arian´s hair and was fiddling with blue silk of Eunis´s dress. But it strengthened. Eunis put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her.

“I'm so sorry.” she said, tears in corners of her eyes. Arian nodded sadly, but then he suddenly tensed. The wind abated, and then stopped to blow completely.

“What the ...” she said, but Arian had has gestured to her to be quiet. Then she heard it too. Weak scratching of small claws.

“You hear that?” he asked. She nodded. A quiet whine was added to the scratching. It was coming from under the bed. Arian knelt down and looked under the dusty wooden frame. For a moment he looked around there, then he fumbled with his hands there.

“Can you lift the bed little? I can´t fit there.” he asked her. Eunis raised the bed as high as she could, but even so, the difference amounted to only a few centimeters. It was heavier than it seemed. Arian´s upper half of the body disappeared under the bed.

“Hurry.” she insisted. “I can´t hold it much longer.”

“Don´t let go. It will be in a moment.” he assured her. After a moment he truly came out with a ball of gray in his arms. Once he was at a safe distance, she dropped the bed on the floor. Clouds of dust lifted, and all three choked. When the dust sat down, she saw what Arian was holding. Eunis smiled with a delight. Arian had held Karmisha. She was a gray from dust, but otherwise she fine. He was clutching her tightly to his chest, nearly crushed her. Eunis patted her hip. A pale green stripe of original color appeared in a gray fur. Karmisha shook the dust off. When she finished, she was again beautifully lush green. But Eunis with Arian were now whole dirty. But they didn´t mind at all. Mainly, Karmisha was fine. They came out in front of the house to take a breath of fresh air. Arian laid Karmisha down and started dusting himself. Eunis she looked at her bandaged leg. Carefully she removed the bandage and splint. Karmisha slightly stood on the injured leg. She quietly whimpered and limped to Arian.

“It looks good.” she said. “Only a few days and will be completely healed.” Arian looked thoughtfully at Karmisha that rubbed against his legs.

“I wonder how she managed to get under the bed with that hurt leg.” Eunis shrugged.

“We should go after Sankore.” she said. “I still have to look at his health.”

“That's right.” he agreed. He took Karmisha and went to the smithy. Sankore obediently sat in his place in front of a ruined smithy. He held his left arm and was saying something quietly. It had simple but nice melody. The words rhymed. Eunis with Arian sat beside him and listen to his melodious voice.

During recitation he was looking at the sky, but once he finished, he looked at his audience, smiling. Then his gaze turned to the small ball in Arian's arms.

“So this was the second emergency patient?” he asked, stroking her soft fur.

“Her name is Karmisha.” Arian said. “It´s a cub of Morphix and a good friend of mine. In the morning I found her injured, but Eunis cured her. I dare to say that you are now in very good hands.” Eunis blushed and blacksmith gave her a warm smile.

“Don´t mention it. Now I see how I can help you.”

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The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 7.

Hi guys. It´s me again :-P Hope you enjoyed the previous part. I know it was bit short, but don´t worry :-) I´ll try to make this one longer.

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When Eunis properly fixed his arm, he tried to stand, but his stiff legs buckled. Arian gave Eunis Karmisha.

“Hold her. I'll help him get up.” he buttressed blacksmith. Although Sankore was pretty heavy, Arian didn´t have to put a great effort to it.

“What was the poem which you said earlier? It sounded very nice.” she asked. Sankore laughed.

“It wasn´t just an ordinary poem. It was a prayer. To Mykénai so we would be safe again and could rejoice.” they walked slowly into the middle of the village. Several elves have returned from the forest. They stood in a huddle before the house of their headman. Perhaps they wanted to report the damage. Among them was also the blacksmith´s woman. As soon as she saw them, she threw her arms around Sankore´s neck, nearly knocking him over. She thanked the pair and took her husband aside. A moment later the headman appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in the traditional robe. He looked worried and tired eyes scanned the small crowd. He raised his hands to establish calmness. Everyone quieted.

“Are there any elves in the forest?” he asked. He had a hoarse voice.

“Our patrols are still searching for them.” said one elf. “If there is still someone they will find them and bring them to the village.” The headman nodded.

“Many brave elves were dragged into captivity. Despite this sad event we have to finish the celebration of the Blue moon.” A commotion occurred. There were various protests.

“Calm down, please.” he shouted in a loud voice. “I know it is hard for some of you, but we have no choice. If the ritual does not take place we will be vulnerable. Days like this could happen again.”

“And who actually attacked us? “a voice came from the crowd.

“It is not known yet. We do not know the assailants, which direction they came, nor why they came here. What is certain is that they have no mercy. They're bloodthirsty creatures who are versed in their skills. If we do not want them to meet again, we will have to start the celebration. Until the arrival of the Blue moon remained only few days. Sankore, take a couple of elves and put into repairs. Paran, you and the other healers treat the wounded. Dastan, find out who is missing. And the rest of you continue the preparations for the celebration.” he ordered and returned to the house.

The crowd broke up into groups that began to work hard. Eunis joined healers and Arian helped with repairs. The village was flooded in the soft orange light of flaming torches. Darkness fell at the forest. The sky was clear and the landscape was lit by crescent moon. It wasn´t until late in the night, when all tiredly lay down. Some elves were already able to return to newly built homes, but most had to have recourse to his friends. Eunis stood in front of her house. Some walls have been already repaired, but to stay there was still impossible. She didn´t have any friends or family members, to which she might hide. Vainly she looked around, that she might catch a glimpse of Erin. She is friend with everyone and she would certainly find someone to stay with. But she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly she saw Arian coming. She waved to him. He waved back and walked faster.

“How is Karmisha?” she asked as already he stood next to her.

“More than good.” his face lit up happily. “She sleeps in my home and it seems that she's all right.” “I'm so glad. I guess it was just twisted.” she said. Arian grinned, but when his gaze fell upon a destroyed house, his face grew sad.

“Perhaps now you have nowhere to live, right? Your house was probably in the path of the unknown invaders. Fortunately, I live on the other edge of the village, so the house wasn´t destroyed. So I want to ask you if you want to maybe sleep out with me.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.” she smiled.

Then they turned and headed for the Arian´s house. It was really in a remote part. There wasn´t much houses, but they were slightly larger and even nicer than in the village center. Arian's house was perhaps the largest. It had stone walls and a thatched roof. Lots of small windows were regularly stationed. It seemed that it even has two floors. Beside the house was a small garden with different plants. Above the door hung a small bell. Eunis looked over it. It was made of a dark iron, almost black. Probably it was poured into the mold, because she noticed a thin seam on the side of the bell. Edge was nicely decorated with engraved ornaments. Different waves and spirals form a regular line. Inside was hanging mallet, possibly from the same material. Bell slightly hung over the door, so when Arian opened the door, the bell rang powerfully.

“It's a little insurance.” he explained. “When someone tries to reach us, we´ll hear it. Moreover, the bell is black, so in the dark no one would notice. Welcome to our home.” he gestured her to enter.

The housing was very nicely decorated. It felt comfortable, but also airy. On the right was a large kitchen, next to which was rectangular oak table with four chairs. It seemed very nice. At the second wall there was a large library and a wicker rocking chair. On the walls were fastened a few paintings with landscapes. The house had really two floors. Instead of a wall, which should be opposite the door, a spiral wooden staircase soar. It probably led to the bedrooms. Stairs were directed to the right side. Behind them there was hiding a living room. It wasn´t much to see nevertheless Eunis saw a large fireplace and a cornice full of candlesticks and vases. In some were flowers. From the fireplace embers still gleamed gently illuminating the room.

“You have it really nice here.” she said appreciatively.

“I'm glad you like it here.”

“Good thing that the invaders missed it. It would be a shame if they demolished it. What they were looking for?”

“I'll tell you why they were here.” said a voice behind them. They turned in shock. At the door was a young elf. Could be a little older than Arian.

„I'll never understand how you can come without ever rang the bell.” said Arian. Elf had not been paying the slightest attention to him. He looked only at Eunis. His green eyes glared Eunis straight in the eye.

“You know, why come here?” he asked. Eunis shook her head. She was afraid of him.

“I'll tell you. They came because of you.” he pointed a finger at her.

“Me?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“The whole village is turned upside down because they wanted you.” the elf said with cold and accusatory tone. “You have something they want and they'll take it no matter what it costs.”

“But I don´t have anything!” she shouted. “I didn´t take anything from them. I don´t even know them.”

“But they do know you.” he held a crumpled piece of paper before her eyes. Eunis stared at him with her mouth open. It was drawn her portrait. Although there was a small, but it was her.

“They're looking for you.” he said quietly. Arian, who just watched in astonishment until now, snatched the paper from his hand.

“What are you talking about? Where'd you get it?”

“I took it from one of them when he was not looking.” he replied tersely. Arian looked at the Eunis. She still stood there and looked mindlessly ahead.

“You okay?” Arian asked. Eunis was about to respond, but before she could say anything, her knees gave way and she fell unconscious to the ground. Arian immediately knelt beside her.

“Eunis? Hello. Can you hear me? Wake up.” he shook with her. Eunis still lay limply on the ground.

“Thus really did pretty well.” he snapped to the other elf. He shrugged.

“Is it true? It is. Someone had to tell her.”

“At least help me to take her to your room, you truthful.”

The elf rolled his eyes, but then he helped him carry Eunis into one of the rooms on the second floor.

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OOOOOH! A new mysterious elf appeared.... What is his part?

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This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.

if you’re abled, please watch this

Transcript:

A tiktok reply to a comment that says, “an ambulatory wheelchair user? 😂😂😂”

The girl says, “I wasn’t gonna reply to this comment at first, but I decided I should make a video on it, because recently, I’ve gotten so many ableist comments about being an ambulatory wheelchair user, and I really wanted to address it. There are quite literally hundreds of reasons why someone could use a wheelchair. And actually, the majority of wheelchair users are not paralyzed. Over 60 % of wheelchair users are not paralyzed. They use it for some other disability. So just because you see someone who uses a wheelchair get up and walk for a few steps does not mean that they don’t need their wheelchair.

I use a wheelchair for like, ten different reasons. First of all, I have a condition called hypermobility spectrum disorder, which is very similar to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, for people who know about that, which basically means that all the connective tissue in my body is extremely stretchy and loose. This means that all of my joints are extremely hyper-mobile and they dislocate very easily. My hips sublux, or partially dislocate, almost every single time I try to take a step. It’s extremely painful, and it literally causes damage to my hip joints. My connective tissue disorder also caused me to develop a condition called POTS, or postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. This makes me pass out basically any time I stand up for more than, like, 20 seconds. So it’s not really safe, because I’ve gotten concussions from it before from passing out and hitting my head.

POTS and hyper-mobility spectrum disorder also come with extreme fatigue, and I don’t mean being tired, I mean fatigue. My muscles physically get exhausted much easier than other people’s. And, to top it off, I have a neurological condition called functional neurological disorder. Basically, it makes my legs go numb, it causes me to have extreme muscle weakness in my calves and thighs, and some days I can’t really move them that well.

Disabled people and ambulatory wheelchair users do not owe you an explanation, and you need to understand that. I am sharing this because I feel comfortable with it and because I want to, I want to educate this person. But you have to understand that not every person is like that, and quite frankly, it’s none of your business. Thank you.”

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This is the welcoming jingle they play when you get to hell, try to convince me otherwise...

Easily the best audio post I’ve ever made

I don't think anyone was 😅

Lady Gaga is looking ✨fine✨

It got me hooked right from the beginning <3

hehehe hooked, see what I did there :3

Title: The Property of Hate Author: Sarah Jolley The Property of Hate is an ongoing, graphic novel style webcomic by Sarah Jolley. The first page was posted in February 2012 and the archive totals 129 pages as of this writing. TPoH follows the story of RGB, on a quest to save his world, and a young girl known simply as ‘the Hero’, whom RGB has asked for help. It’s hard to summarize this one because there is so much that is, as of yet, unexplained. What exactly RGB’s world is and what is threatening it haven’t been revealed. What we do know is that it’s made of abstractions. Concepts are given physical form here. Lies, doubts, ideas, grief… all these things (and others) are living things that populate the world. Some of them are friendly, many are dangerous. So far the story is about our main characters’ journey toward “her” (Hate, I assume), and their dealings with the world’s inhabitants and each other. A fascinating read. This is a comic I stumbled onto completely by accident, and I’m happy I did. The art is nothing short of wonderful. The way that so many styles have been blended together is unique, pretty, and absolutely appropriate considering the setting. As far as the story goes, we don’t know what’s going on, and that’s… really good, actually. It sets a mood, and it’s an ominous one, if you ask me. The Hero has been through some awful stuff already, and we haven’t even met the titular character yet. Oh, and by the way, you will feel for the Hero. So, so much. All in all, it’s a well told story that gets you emotionally involved, keeps you wondering and guessing and waiting impatiently to find out what happens next. That said, resist the urge to rush through, read it carefully and pay attention, it’ll be that much more enjoyable. I love The Property of Hate. I think you will too. Read it here.

REMEMBER THIS AU???

Took me 2 years, but I’ve finally got everyone’s designs roughed out for my RPG AU!! Some designs gave me a lot of trouble, so I’ll probably change a few in the future, but for now, they’re all based around their outfits in the show. Getting back into this has also got me more into learning about D&D, so classes and subclasses are based on stuff from there and homebrews I’ve found and liked, with some liberties taken for the fun of it. ☆  

I want to write proper backstories for all of them sometime, but until then, classes, alignments, and headcanons are under the cut!! ↓ ↓ ↓ (VERY LONG)

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I was able to tell the differences between Honda and Hyundai by the way you say them. Honda sound straight and sturdy, so it's the one with straight H. Though Hyundai sounds sway-ish and a little bit drunk, so it's the leaning H.

I have no idea what those other are 😅

gays be like "omg how do you know what models of car are" when literally every car in the world has their make and model plastered right on to it