Eka Adharer Jatri Lyrics (একা আঁধারের যাত্রী) The Tree Band | Shekor
Eka Adharer Jatri Lyrics (একা আঁধারের যাত্রী) The Tree Band | Shekor
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তোমাদের আজ শোনাবোনতুন এক গল্প,যা অনেক আগেই লেখা ছিল কোথাও।
নির্ঘুম কত রাত্রিএকা আঁধারের যাত্রী,যে ছিল আজও আছে এ ধরায়।
জোছনা গায়ে আলো আঁধারের সাথেঅন্তহীন আলাপ পথ চলতে রাতে,অবাক এই শহরটা ঘুমিয়ে গেছে কবেতাইতো আছি পাহারায় আমি।
যদি স্বপ্নটাকে শেকল পরাইখোলা আকাশে হাতনা বাড়াই,মায়ারাও তখন মুছে যাবেজীবনটাও রং হারাবে।
কে আছো আজ আমার সাথেসঙ্গ দেবে রাতটা জেগে,বিনিময় শুধু ভালবাসাবেঁচে থাকার…
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so anyways this blog is rly cute and i love watching from afar n' hiding like emilia in that gif sjskjskjs
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ok but like WHY are they That Dramatic™ are they tryna out dramatic each other. is it a competition. whose winning. does everyone else have to watch while clarke and roan fight to be the Most Dramatic Hoe on earth????
being dramatic runs in the azgeda bloodline, whaT’S CLARKE’S EXCUSE??? @shekore
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❛ you’re not the person people think you are. ❜ @ clementine uwu
❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜
Oh, but how wrong this newcomer professor was. If she and the others had known what she’d had to do in order to survive, the things she’d done with her own hands, for her own wellbeing and a chance at freedom, Clementine was so very certain that their opinions would change. I’ve eaten the flesh of humans, I’ve sacrificed others’ hearts for the sake of a mad god under the guise of an apostle, I’ve killed men and women that I admire, I’ve stolen from the innocent, I’ve slit the throats of many for the sake of my own profit, and I played a hand in the deaths of thousands when Richmond fell, so that I, only a willful girl of seventeen, could live.
Everything I am is cursed.
Yet all she could manage to say was, ❛ That will be all for your duties, Mrs Griffin. Dismissed. ❜
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Rebirth
03:00 - 0271000.M76, aboard The Undying Compulsion of Sin
Brilliant sparks of white and gold were cast off from the tip of the crystal as the deep, emerald beam of energy struck it. Within moments the sparks began to circle around the crystal, the colors of the cast-off motes of power radiating like stars in the night's sky. Each mote of power glimmered and flickered, between stark sunlight gold and deep ocean blue, as they wound around a central point. Soon the energy stopped being simply points of light, blending into the air instead to slowly create shapes from their rapid motion. Faster and faster, with arms forming from the energies in the air. Legs from the rapidly disintigrating crystal of power. A massive chest, huge shoulders, and solid hooves. With a flash of blue-gold blinding light the partially-formed figure became whole.
Kren-Raksha, Legionnaire of the Ten-Thousand, The Bloodfiend of a Thousand Worlds, hit the deck hard upon rematerializing.
He blinked, staring at the almost ebon green of the slate-grown floor. Massive blue-skinned hands gripped at the stone floor, arms and legs and chest dripping sweat from the stark and sudden return to the land of the living. As living as a demon could be at least.
"Raksha, kiaal!" shouted a nearby mo'arg, a felguard of red flesh and beaten brass armor wielding a simple slate-topped polearm. Raksha stood slowly, finding purchase for his hooves and throwing himself upright with the strength of his arms before facing the fellow demon. He offered a salute, a respectful display ancient for his people with both palms pressed opposite one-another and his arms straining from the force which he held them together. His entier upper-body bowed with the nod, stiff-necked and subtle in the way only a people without great articulation could appreciate.
The other felguard simply nodded, and motioned with a thick hand towards the exit of the reconstitution chamber.
04:32 - 0271000.M76, aboard The Undying Compulsion of Sin
Two giants of demonic energies and bloodthirsty history sat across from one-another, perched upon comically small furniture made from the same solid slate as the rest of the ship they lived upon.
The first was not like the others around them; a pariah among the species of the Burning Legion. Dark purple flesh going towards white and grey at the edges, wide-set fel-burning eyes, and impossibly-long needle-pointed tusks jutting from his jaw identified the first of the demons as a wrathguard.
Raksha sat across from him, arms crossed over his chest. The large blue demon looked as if he were being told the most outrageous lie in the universe, his own fel-burning eyes narrowed and simmering at the outsides with stark black brimstone wisps.
“Commander. I do not understand.” Raksha stated it plainly once the wrathguard finished, no expression on the blue demon’s face save for the obvious confusion of his new standing orders. Or lack thereof.
“You heard me, Lightbleeder.” The large wrathguard tapped a small orb sitting upon the desk between the two demonic men, thick black fingernails causing the golden glow of the orb to flicker and waver before intensifying. The azerite chunk hummed softly, illuminating the entire small space they shared. “I am putting you on leave. Effective immediately. Once you debrief with the marquis crecca, I expect you to visit the armory and resupply.”
Raksha stared at the large wrathguard for a time. He was far larger than even kren-Raksha, and this was impressive when it came to foot soldiers of the Burning Legion. Siege beasts and destroyers of worlds were given power, and with power came size. While the mo’arg Raksha was powerful and skilled in his own right, he was between stages of promotion in the ranks of Sargeras’ army. Hooves and power betrayed his approach to Fel Lord, but he still had the size and distinct blue hue of one of the Bloodfiends; one of the felguard elite.
“You are dimissed.”
It took the large blue demon a few moments to accept the statement, more for what it meant than any difficulty in service. He pulled himself to his hooves, delivering an honorable salute to the wrathguard before speaking. “Dark Titan’s Will, ik-zil-Shekor.”
“Dark Titan’s Will, kren-Raksha.”
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clarke vc : VIBE CHECK
yEET @shekore
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oh hi are we sending love bc; cowboy vc : i'mma dunk the biggest love bomb in this here inbox, you hear me ♡
do you know how much i love you? do you know you own my whole heart?
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❛ it’s their world. we’re just living in it. ❜ @ loretta iM DEAD
She lie on her bed with tiny Pandora cuddling on her lap, her tiny little tail wagging with happiness as her fingers brushed through her fur, blissfully unaware what her owner was going through. She sighs, wincing if ever so slightly as the woman behind her brushed out her golden locks. Brows furrow in deep contemplation.
Ever since Marco died ... everything changed. This world was no longer as she knew it, there was a coming war and she was smack right in the middle of it. ❛I know! ❜ she snaps, before regret starts to seep into her heart. This woman was only trying to help, but in the eyes of the war, she was nothing more than a pawn.
Her fingers grasp at her skirts tighter now, ❛ I know ... ❜ Her voice lowers to a whisper. It was true. The world did belong to these superhuman normals, and the old men that controlled them. Sometimes, she would ask her father for guidance, but even he was silent. God ... what the hell am I gonna do?
Without hesitation, she unpockets her vaping device, puts it to her lips and inhales before exhaling. Strawberry banana flavor. God, she’d needed that.
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her clarke griffin blog is still running, idk if it's used anymore but its @shekore
Thank
You!
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑺 .
bold – always ⁄ often
italic – sometimes
001. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
002. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
003. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
004. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
005. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
006. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
007. early bird: a person who rises , arrives , or acts before the usual or expected time.
008. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.
009. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.
010. swearing: the use of offensive language.
011. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object , action , or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
012. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
013. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
014. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience.
015. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
016. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
017. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
018. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
019. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
020. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
021. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
022. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.
023. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.
024. throat – clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.
025. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
026. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
027. head – tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
028. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
029. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
030. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
031. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
032. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution , unwarranted jealousy , or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.
033. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
034. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
035. quick – witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.
036. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
037. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
038. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
039. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
040. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle , boat , or aircraft.
041. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
042. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
043. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.
044. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.
045. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
046. neat – freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
047. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
048. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
049. abbreviating: giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names.
050. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 : @brvgrl <333
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 : @azentri @natshana @graunblida @shekore @fbiartist @suitsdeath @spyai @saviare @azsleya literally anyone who wants to!
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