Yuan and Martel are getting married in Tales of The Raysâ Happy Happening Wedding!
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Yuan and Martel are getting married in Tales of The Raysâ Happy Happening Wedding!
I was just told my grandmother is in the hospital. My mom and I are renting a car and making the five hour drive right now, since we couldnât get a flight. No queue for any of my blogs; I donât know how long Iâll be gone. Please keep her in your thoughts.
An update for you kind souls: My grandmother has been released from the hospital and is stable for the most part. So after two long weeks, Iâm back home, but still extremely worried as Iâll be until she makes a full recovery. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who has offered me your support. Thank you to everyone who reached out to me with well wishes, and every person who had me and my family in your thoughts / prayers. Please know that my whole entire family appreciates your kindness and compassion.
Iâll be slow here for a while yet, but I AM coming back here. As always, your patience means the world, and Iâm hoping youâve all been well in my absence.Â
I was just told my grandmother is in the hospital. My mom and I are renting a car and making the five hour drive right now, since we couldnât get a flight. No queue for any of my blogs; I donât know how long Iâll be gone. Please keep her in your thoughts.
colored manga panels for @guardianofmana! again, for their use only!
for @guardianofmanaâs use only! these are a gift so please ask for their permission to use them.
thank you guys for your input!! Iâll be making my new icons with this style, but Iâll keep the icons from my previous psd too! so Iâll end up using both on this blog, basically!
that being said, Iâd like to color some more panga panels for practice! and playing around with these psds is keeping my anxiety in check so um, if you have a muse from a manga / series with a manga adaption and would like some colored icons, let me know! like this post or something!
if you guys donât mind, could you tell me which border style you like better?
guardianofmana:
      â thereâs no need to stop on my account. â he came to a halt near where she sat, hands cold at his side as he gazed on her personage. lowering himself down, he took a seat next to her. careful of the space between them, and eyes peering towards the heaven. â could you keep playing? â
When he makes his request, he doesnât look at her -- she notices. Her gentle green gaze travels down to her panpipes, which she had set on her lap. âIf youâre willing to listen, then I will play for you anytime, Yuan.â Her eyes shut, and his name is spoken centimeters from the instrument. A single breath is all that comes between her voice and the beginning of her song. Itâs the same melody, but she plays it slower this time.
the-king-of-the-wind:
âI was, I hope thatâs alright,â the monarch confessed, sad to hear the music stop. âI did not recognize the melody, but it was so lovely I could not help but listen. Youâre a very skilled musician.âÂ
âItâs alright! If you enjoyed it, then Iâm happy.â She speaks with a smile, her fingertips tracing the instrument that lays atop her lap. âThank you. The song you just heard was a lullaby my mother sang to me as a child. I do not know itâs name, but it was the first song I taught myself to play on these panpipes.â
sheâs beauty, Â Â Â Â sheâs grace,Â
         sheâll trip on your face
A delicate tune floats through the air -- a slow, clear melody from the panpipes of a gentle woman. Her hands lower into her lap, the instrument with them. âAh, were you listening?â
seaprayer replied to your post: iâmâŚslowly going to crawl back in here. slowly. i...
Welcome back!! All your blogs are such a nice presence in the tales fandom
hweogwp thank you so much, i think that very much of you as well! itâs so nice to see you on my dash being your bright self.Â
zelotae replied to your post: iâmâŚslowly going to crawl back in here. slowly. i...
i am v glad to see you well
thank you sweet one! iâm v glad to be here again. iâll be organizing my blog a little and deciding on writing stuff soon but.. iâm going to be snail paced. but at least iâll be around again :â)
iâm...slowly going to crawl back in here. slowly. i hope youâve all been well! i want you all to be happy and content. youâve all been in my thoughts a lot, this comm means a lot to me, i promise. i didnât mean to disappear like that but health happens, family things happen.. things out of my control, you know? anyway i hope you all will gently welcome me back here, iâve missed you all and this incredible woman a lot.Â
hc: tabatha as a vessel
Tabatha was not a failed vessel for Martel as Mithos believed (I base this upon the fact that Martel was able to transfer her consciousness into her).
Tabatha could have sufficed as Martelâs vessel, but if she had been, then the Great Seed could have been lost. Martel knew this and could not take that chance, so instead of allowing her soul to be placed in her body, she resisted. Martel suffered greatly making the decision - she knew the prolonged death that would be caused by her choice, but she ultimately had to protect the future of the world.
Rather than resisting once more when Colette was brought to be her vessel, she opted to briefly use her body in an attempt to persuade Mithos to return to his old self; when that failed, she returned Coletteâs body back to her and chose to borrow Tabathaâs body to take one last action herself.Â
zelotae:
Having allowed his attention to drift to anything but her, itâs only out of the corner of his eye that he noticed her hands reach for him. A small sound of curiosity and surprise and he turned to gaze at them properly. There was hesitation, a natural reaction for him. Taking someoneâs hand was usually initiated by him. And this was Martel.
Asking to dance with him.
Yeah, never thought that was gonna happen. The contemplation was clear on his face and warily he took one hand, still staring at them. Nothing formal? Well⌠If she really wants to. ââŚOkay. Sure. You lead then, Iâll follow.â Itâs her dance after all.
It was a comforting feeling when he took her hand - a warm feeling that ran through her body, and when it met with her heart it felt as though it had truly been an eternity since she had this privilege. The privilege of standing upon solid ground, with a hand holding gently onto anotherâs...Â
The gentle smile upon her face transformed into a near childish one, filled with delight and a true joy that hadnât visited her spirit for millennia.Â
âHere we go, then!â Her free hand tucked a strand of hair behind each ear in the hopes that it would keep out of her face while they danced ( she silently hoped that if she could show him the fun of dancing, she might earn a genuine smile from him - and she would certainly not miss it on account of her green locks! ).
She began to hum a little tune, and took his other hand herself. Keeping with the beat of her song, she took a step forward, nearly closing the distance between them. She pulled on his hands as leverage - only forcefully enough to have the momentum to spin the two of them a bit. Then she took a step backward, giving her enough space to release one of his hands and raise the other up high so that she could twirl herself around.
Once she was facing him again she paused her humming. âThereâs no need for âleadingâ in a dance like this... Just have fun, Zelos!â
zelotae:
Perhaps they are both beings with unusual fears, or maybe they are simply brave. If there is one thing he would expect Martel to be, besides compassionate, brave would be it. Unlike him, she was brave to a proper extent that it did not cross the line into stupidity. Not like his bravery did.
But that stupidity had a morbid purpose.
âWhat makes yâthink that?â To die of happiness sounded wonderful. âYour last moments would be undoubtedly happy. Isnât that how everyone wants to die? Happy?â
âYes, youâre right.â Her words come softly, betraying for a moment the grief she kept tightly tucked away in her heart. Others had known far more grief than her - because of her. The man before her was no stranger to it, either - this she knew quite clearly.
Death is not a happy thing; death, by nature, means the end of a life. Yet nearly every life hoped for it to be easier, kinder to them than they knew it to be to others; their hearts wished to subdue the sufferings of life with a gentle departure... She, herself, was one such individual.Â
But she was not granted it.
â...Even so, I believe that dying happy and dying of happiness are two entirely different things. What makes you happy should to be your motivation to live - to have what gives your life meaning be what claims you is... cruel. I would rather fear the uncertainty of death than fear happiness itself. ...Wouldnât you?â