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Promises to yourself are the most important to keep.
We have only our word when we bargain with our heart-
words kept true by strength of will.
Finding potential in the face of helplessness,
there is power in steps taken against the flow-
dedication to our self guiding the path.
SS...Monday? 8/24/20
Y’all I was DYING yesterday. I got my flu shot Friday, and I don’t normally react to ‘em but it kinda knocked me out this year. So hey I’m doing SSS on Monday because it still feels like Sunday to me. xD
Eh, let’s make it a double...
“Yesssss!” Dingo cried, hopping up off her stool. “Let’s do this! Inkki, Dive Deep!”
Luka rolled her eyes as the blue-green flash filled the booth. Ininko Montoya (still a stupid hero name, she didn’t care what Dingo said) stood before her a moment later, grinning like the madwoman she was. Nothing much had changed about her appearance: the gold and blue knee-length sarong remained the same, the golden bangles around her ankles and wrists were the same (as were the eight golden loops around her neck), the blue wrap around her forehead was the same, and her hair had still changed to a dark blonde tied back into eight long dreadlocks, blue bangles threaded in various places throughout. Golden goggles with blue lenses still covered her eyes. The only thing that had really changed – thank God – was that Inkki had added a blue and gold bandeau top around her chest, preserving Luka’s sanity from experiencing Dingo King’s Breasts.
She supposed it helped that the Atlantean suits were already fairly revealing, so Inkki hadn’t had much to change. She also would have thought, given Viperion’s usual costume, Sass would have had nothing to change and just would have called it a day. However, when she called for her own transformation, she was reminded that her kwami was a little shit and of COURSE he would.
“…woah,” Ininko gasped, her jaw dropping as she took in her friend. Viperion forced herself to look down, already nervous because of how different the suit felt, and screamed.
“Oh, come on, Sass!” she whined.
FFXIVWrite 2020 Prompt 18: Panglossian (make-up)
Staying in the safe-room of Ayanga and Tolemy’s home guaranteed that Zareen and her cubs were swept up in the whirlwind of that household’s routine.
It was a whirlwind the miqo’te found herself enjoying immensely, despite the circumstances that had driven her to “hide away”. She very quickly learned the rhythms of the house, who went where and when, and when Ayanga and Tolemy approached her and asked her to start teaching spearcraft to Terbish and Melody, and to help Tolemy learn more than the basics, the Jaguar found herself genuinely, truly *happy* for the first time in moons. Her daughters adored Melody and thrived with their cousins around, developing their vocabulary and mobility in leaps and bounds. And Zareen felt herself in the heart of something again, surrounded by controlled chaos.
The bad days, when she watched one or the other of her brothers sink into their darknesses, or when she fell quietly and unobtrusively into her own, they were hard. And sometimes, when she looked at the two men so deeply in love with one another, her heart ached and that little jealous voice whispered “Why can’t I have that, too?” Those times were hard. It was hard to know what was going on across the sea, too, where her enemy was drawing out his torment of her sister who knew how far.
Zareen couldn’t allow herself to dwell on it. She had lessons to prepare and breakfasts and lunches and dinners to help serve and stories to tell and laughter and adventures and cubs to teach and play with. She had everything she’d been yearning for (almost… at least for a little while) and it was with panglossian blinders on that she leapt into the next sun and the next, determined to hold on to this time for as long as she possibly could.
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SEDIF e HITO juntos en el Make-Up Day para pacientes con cáncer de mama
SEDIF e HITO juntos en el Make-Up Day para pacientes con cáncer de mama
En el Día Mundial de la Lucha contra el Cáncer de Mama, que se conmemora este 19 de octubre, el Sistema Estatal DIF se sumó a las acciones del Hospital Infantil Teletón de Oncología (HITO) quien organizó el evento Make-Up Day, que consiste en una campaña de maquillaje destinada para mujeres con este padecimiento y que están en tratamiento con quimioterapia o radioterapia. Asistieron la directora…
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FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt 21: Feckless
“Fucking hells, what do you eat?”
Even with the advantages of her people, Fulcinia’s ability to haul Brem’s unconscious form was being taxed by the time she’d pulled her from the elevator deeper into the ancient Allagan lab. There was a pang of regret she wasn’t going to get to watch Citrio get put down herself, but the opportunity he’d gifted her was too much to pass up. Hopefully his need to solve all his problems with violence would chew through enough time. For as much as he hated the savages, he wasn’t much better than they were. The kind of man that would be muzzled and leashed when she had her way.
The Garlean’s hand slams forward into the teleportation matrix once she reaches it, instantly relocating her and her ‘volunteer’ to the platform beneath the Splinter Core’s containment chamber. Rushing from the edges of the floating platform, she grunts through hefting the massive sea wolf into a pod, punching in commands to seal her inside. “So sorry, ‘Captain’, but a retirement living among your barbaric people isn’t what I had in mind.” Holding down a part of the console interface near the pod, she lets her voice ring out into the chamber. “Recognize restoration of Fulcinia lux Protus as facility prefect. Voice and biometric authorization.”
A chime rings through the chamber before a deep voice finally responds. “Fulcinia lux Protus identity confirmed. Restoration of facility prefect status complete. All glory to Allag!”
“Excellent, first order of business, being activation sequence of the Splinter Core. Prepare volunteer’s enhancement core to be restored.” The woman turns her eyes upon Brem through the transparent covering over her, grin stretched out over her lips. “Won’t be tossing me overboard after all.”
The chime returns, and shortly after the same deep voice again. “Core activation sequence initiated. WARNING! Initiation of Splinter Core empowerment while containment compromised not recommended. Termination of experiment suggested.”
“Override safeties, and keep your suggestions to your damn self! Start the process already!”
13 // Results
character : orrian servais. mentions : ihzu’to venha - @hithren. tw : none
Orrian hated Ul’dah. From the overwhelming heat, to the uncontrollable dust, to the close-minded thaumaturges, the mage could not stand the so-called Jewel of the Desert. Visiting the city remained low on his list of priorities, preferring to handle his business with couriers and runners whenever possible.
Yet there he was, sitting in a closed off section of a seedy tavern in Ul’dah, dark robes flowing over the wooden chair. His slender fingers idly drummed against the polished tabletop. A glass of deep red wine stood beside him, barely a single sip taken.
Although shadows passed beyond his curtain, none dared to pull it open and enter his space. The staff and regulars had learned better, with time. Occasionally, his gaze drifted to the fabric, but he seemed content enough to be left to his own thoughts. He was waiting with a purpose.
Just a little over a sennight ago, Orrian had sent out a potential client—Ihzu’to—to pursue a voidsent. He demanded the core of a Flan, in exchange for a vial of the mage’s finest alchemy. Flans were clever and dangerous creatures, and only those skilled or desperate enough could complete the task, let alone keep the core preserved. Orrian had given the request for that very reason.
This night would decide if the boy Ihzu’to was useful—if he could give Orrian the results he sought. The cynic in him did not expect so; people were bound to be a disappointment. But the Elezen had seen something in him...
The Duskwight’s sharp green eyes peered up through his black hair. A shadowy shape approached, revealing a pair of Miqo’te ears and a sack over one shoulder. The curtain tugged open.
As Ihzu’to slowly stepped through, Orrian’s hands steepled, and a shadow of a smile tugged at his lips. It was clear now what he had seen before.
Potential.
Makeup and Logic Test
Makeup and Logic Test
English I students had a quick quiz and then worked on logic puzzles. English 8 students were so few in number that we just had a make-up day.
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Odd Day
Because of the situation with the buses, we had quite an odd day today. English 8 classes were missing a fair number of people, so we spent the day making up back work. English I Honors had enough students that I felt comfortable moving ahead, so we began looking at Sonnet 29. It’s a beast of a poem, but with some scaffolded help, most were able to pull through — the first half of the poem,…
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