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[vurtual]

Aerial photograph of a beach on Maui, Hawaii 

(by Shawn + Adam Ravazzano) 

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juusohd | O'Reilly’s Rainforest Retreat

[blackestnight]

25: that hum of night

Prompt: Silver lining

Word count: 1576

Definitely going to revisit this one, because the second part isn’t “done” to my satisfaction, but I had fun with it either way.

The plan had originally called for Aymeric to travel to Limsa Lominsa by airship. Hanami would meet him at the landing, and whisk them both off on the remainder of the journey to Doma by means of magic. She had been insistent that she could return to Ishgard to meet him instead, but he had a number of reasons to refuse the offer—for one, it seemed foolish to force her to backtrack, and for another he would enjoy the excuse to experience a warmer climate before arriving on her mothers’ doorstep, if only because the last time they had landed in the Enclave’s aetheryte plaza still bundled in their warmer layers the sudden shift to heat and humidity had hit him like walking into a wall.

He hadn’t accounted for the difficulty in finding Hanami—the landing was crowded, the throng of inbound adventurers and merchants much thicker than he remembered from his handful of prior journeys to Limsa—and once he did, he was shocked to find her propped against a wall near the lift, one foot resting on her bag at her feet, by all appearances asleep on her feet.

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[miqojak]

J Tribe - Jackal

The Jackal is both guardian and guide to the dead - in their primary role. The Jackal is also a trickster, and a consummate survivor - it's well known on Gyr Abanian sands that a deal with a 'Jackal' must be carefully worded, lest you lose more than you thought you bargained for. The desert is a harsh place - searing days, and frigid nights, ravenous beasts, sandstorms...and in more recent years, the oppressive presence of Garlemald, to top off the more natural threats the desert wields; here, survival of the fittest can often mean 'survival of the cleverest'. The Jackal teaches survival in the face of harsh odds, and it teaches this by virtue of patience, cunning, and intelligence. 'Better to have the last laugh, than the first bite,' being a common anecdote among their people.

In their primary role - when not serving as patron to thieves, travelers, tricksters, desert-dwellers, survivors of every sort, and all those in-between - the Jackal serves as a guide to the departed souls of the tribe, and other of its followers. This belief varies in intensity from one individual to another...some believing this with a real, religious fervor, while others consider tales of the Jackal, be they guardian or trickster, to be fireside tales for kits...mere legends, and nothing more.

Whether guarding the souls of the departed on their way to the life stream, or swindling another to ensure the survival of its own, the Jackal is rarely thought of as a particularly 'savage' being, though that's far from the truth - but survival always takes priority. Why fight, when even a mere injury could spell your demise, in such a harsh land...not to mention risking one's life? Why fight first, when you can manipulate your way out, and come out ahead? When pressed, however, tales speak of the creature's ferocity in sobering tones.

You don't survive such a harsh place without learning all the best ways to survive. You have to be prepared for anything - even to bring death, rather than be its shepherd.

[kukurubean]

saltswept [1/X] chronicles of a curious chocolatier

[blackestnight]

see what you have become

for @auraugust​ day 2: childhood.

this draws on some lore on doman history both from the encyclopedia eorzea ii and the lv 68 ninja quest, but theoretically you don’t need to have read/played either of those yourself.

or: ever since she was a child, people have always said hanami was the spitting image of her mother.

When her wanderings brought her back to the Enclave, Hanami came as quietly as she was able—appearing without rhyme or reason or any sort of schedule in a flicker of aether by the tenkonto, ducking into the stall of the Shazenkai or into the Kienkan, head held low to avoid as much notice as she could. She often appeared without armor, preferring plainclothes, most often in the traditions of Yanxian farm-folk, but sometimes in Western garb. For a hero, she seemed bent on avoiding as much notice as she could—and she managed decently well, especially here among her own people.

But Maki was a shinobi, a master of the unseen, and before that, she was Hanami’s mother. Very little could pass her without notice.

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[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[kestrel-tree]

Well someone displeased the sky gods didn’t they

[augustdementhe]

My first thought was someone pleased the sky gods, because this is a SHOW. 

[madmaudlingoes]

That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.

[talesfromgringolandia]

That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.

why is this fire quote from a tumblr post

[xeptum]

the black jaguar

[blackleopards-whitelions]

32nd post,

[chanaihimaa]

“I WANT TO JUMP BACK INTO THE THROAT OF GOD, WHERE SKINNED KNEES AND BRUISED ANKLES DO NOT COUNT. THERE IS AN ANGER IN MY SOUL THAT WANTS OUT. WE’LL SEE THEN WHO IS HOLY.”

— THROAT OF GOD by Keren Chelsea (via kerenchelsea)

[yshai-tia]

❄️ icereaver

[yshai-tia]

frostbitten prince ❄️

[windupnamazu]

do you like the person you’ve become, or—?

JULY 7TH: Lunya Lanya’s birthday!

[blackestnight]

—as a second self.

(listen to my voice. listen to our heartbeat.)

[heavydynamics-deactivated202112]

[climbdraws]

inhale || exhale

[yshai-tia]

💭 :3

—> yvesoix

he clicks his tongue thoughtfully, a sharp eyed sizing up, arch of a dark brow before he starts, voice meandering. "y'know, when i firs' set foot in this charmin' frozen slice o' hell known as ishgard i nearly fell ass ov'r tea kettle inta' a section ov' the brume; the drop off righ' outside the knight proper. 'd been in limsa, gridania, wasn' like i hadn' seen folks treated like shite 'fore then—refugees, outsiders, poachers, an' then some. know what it's like 'ta haf'ta fend fer yerself, 'ta be met with a look o' disgust 'fore ye even open yer mouth 'ta ask fer help. jus' how folk are." he waves his hand idly, edged grin not leaving his face irregardless of the current topic at hand. "but ishgard? an' it's fuckin' grandiose bullshit? high spires, blue bloods an' 'nuff self-importance 'ta choke out the most humble ov' clergy? cor, it's some fuckin' backwards shite ain' it— fer all their wealth, all their ego, an' they got a whole section ov' the city filled with folk who're born inta' nothin' an' they jus' lett'em rot. tribe 'fore self, fuckin' dhalmels wouldn't survive a godsdamn day back home."

"which is all 'ta say is— that fiery-headed bloke might have blood soaked hands an' who could fuckin' blame'm. game o' survival life is, leas' he's still winnin'."