#clearpath

[claudiafeuerstake]

Love it when it does that. A clear path and direction. Just need to surrender and follow the path. #clearpath #surrender #flowwithlife (at Oakville, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6lK1c_nIb-EWMyOr9E6nxmYxIfH9b8m9JeK240/?igshid=fos76qaozqi5

[clearpathlending]

Perks of being an indoor plant lover: -Provides cleaner air -Lowers your risk of illness -Boosts your mood -Enhances concentration and memory

[ascending-angel-blog1]

@clear-path

And here she’d thought she’d be able to rest and relax in this new world - fighting was only fun when she had some sense of security, or other people to back her up. The fact alone that she was able to use her magic without Bienfu’s presence was interesting - something to think on later. But for now, her focus was on the monsters before her. A small group of Axe Beaks had materialized near her as she made her way to one of the brighter beacons, not entirely interested in the idea of going all-out in unfamiliar territory. She jogs a distance away from the Axe Beaks, then turns on her heel, “Paint the town red!” That said, she was viciously curious about the current state of the island: she didn’t understand what the doll meant by “virus” or anything of the sort, but it was clear that something wicked was afoot. And she loved it. “Blood Moon!” A ball of fire manifests around the birds, enveloping them in the blaze and catching at least one on fire for the brief moment they were within it.  Where some fell, others filled its place.

No choice. She keeps running, throwing spells out like candy in an attempt to fend off the disconcerting amount of baddies in her area. Once again she turns and faces her enemies, orbs of water surrounding them and slamming against them, then bursting. She feels her back hit another surface, but doesn’t turn, and holds her Guardian in both hands, “Arise...Arise!” The doll grows in height, but before she can speak her final words and bring fury down upon the remaining beasts, it shrinks in her hand and falls to the ground. “Well, that’s no good.” She muses aloud, looking on with mild frustration as several more Axe Beaks approach her.  Her eyes flit around the scene, looking for any sort of escape. She turns her head to see what it was she’d backed into, and is greeted with another familiar sight in this desolate warzone. “I can always trust the Reaper to have excellent timing.”

[inhyecng-blog]

@clear-path

Small hand wraps around the man’s wrist as she pulls him away from the street, “Careful,” and just by a hair, that damn car drives RIGHT by in speeding....speed. Clearly that car wasn’t going to stop for anybody. “You were going to become a pancake.” Nice way to say he was going to bite the dust if he continued to walk the street with someone like that driving. 

[ladybrandxsh-blog]

@clear-path

There had been no reason for Brandish to believe that district alpha was home to mutated humans. That was before she had triggered a dangerous chain reaction...

Having convinced a resident of the district into helping her gain access, Brandish had headed away from the huts, despite the warnings that had been called after her. 

She hated the idea of being underground, yet she refused to leave any inch of the city undiscovered in her search to find a way home, a way to regain her full magical ability or just answers as to why she had been brought there. 

Her eyes had adjusted to the dark to some extent, yet she found the tunnels, the echos of her foot fall and other sounds disorientating and uncomfortable. She cursed herself for not bringing a torch with her. 

The mage had been wandering for an unmeasured amount of time, the eerie atmosphere slowly seeping in and gnawing at her nerves. She began to jump at movements in the water that glazed the floor.

She came to a junction. Pausing to make a choice, she sensed something approaching. Already tense, she instinctively draw her wooden knife from her jacket, slashing out as she turned on her stalker in one fluid moment. 

Her blunt blade slammed against the cheek of something, the impact causing little motion on the part of her target. Shocked, she stared, trying to make out the features of the human standing before her.

For a moment it did nothing. Brandish brought on foot back, attempting to slowly move away from it. It was this movement that instigated the attack. With one sweep of it’s arm she was thrown to the other side of the tunnel.

Brandish hit the wall of the tunnel with her back, crying out in pain before falling forward into the murky water. 

She choked and spat out a the water that had slashed into her mouth when she hit the  ground, coughing from a combination of the water and being winded when she hit the side of the tunnel.

[rosetintedpoverty-blog]

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“Where are you Daikoku…Yato-chan…Hyorin…?” 

Hungry and depressed, Kofuku allowed herself to become numb as she continued to amble around the city - on occasion bumping into people and things.

[clearpathlending]

Clear, labelled containers are perfect for keeping your pantry organized and also make it easier to keep track of stock levels for your cooking essentials.

[clearpathlending]

Don’t be afraid to go bold!  Having a smaller space doesn’t mean it has to be all white :)