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tavtime · 7 months

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What the Harvest Hopes For

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: M Chapter: 2/? Words: 4.7k/11.2k

Ships: Astarion/Tav, Shadowheart/Tav, Halsin/Tav, Lae'zel/Tav, Karlach/Tav, Wyll/Tav, Gale/Tav, others tba

Additional tags: Polyamory, Novelization, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, others tba

Summary: There is nothing like impending doom to make you realize how casually the powerful play dice with the lives of the small. Unfortunately for them, Sura Tav has decided she doesn't appreciate being used as currency, and she is no longer playing.

Read ch 2 below, or on AO3

The warnings about goblins proved gruesomely accurate.

As their group moved further north, the scent of fire and torn earth that rode the air near the crash faded. Instead, a new smell overtook Sura: underneath the forest scent of loam, these trails stank of drying blood. She began to sight disturbances in the landscape. In places, branches had broken or been torn from trees near ground level, bushes had been trampled, and the forest wildlife that would have ordinarily moved through the periphery of her awareness as she hiked was conspicuous in its absence. As they neared their destination she even saw the occasional little body, slicked in gore and dirt and left to rot where it fell; apparently, goblins cared nothing for collecting their dead. Violence had touched this place, and recently. She pricked her ears up, alert for any sound.

It was no surprise, then, that she heard the attack before she saw it. As they approached the grove the sounds of running beat down the road, heavy footfalls in soldiers’ boots, interspersed with the strangled shouts of pained men. With a hsst! and a wave of her hand, she dropped into a crouch, and bade the others to do the same.

The path to the grove’s entrance split at a rocky knoll and meandered around it to either side. Sura motioned to Lae’zel and Astarion, pointing with her chin. They took her meaning and split off from the group, around the base of the hill to the west. Astarion trailed Lae’zel into the shadows, daggers appearing in his hands.

Keeping low, the rest of the party crept up the hill. At its crest Sura crouched behind a boulder, and peered down at the clearing that lay before the gate.

A tiefling—not one of the pair they’d encountered earlier—stared down from atop the wall at three humans waiting at the foot of the gate. The humans appeared to be mercenaries, or adventurers, perhaps; well armed but lightly armored. One of them crushed a rag across the tricep of her sword arm, seeping with blood. Another held a shield from which protruded two crude arrows.

“Zevlor!” shouted the third, his face flushed with fury. His entire body shook. “Get your bloody arse over here and open the godsdamned gates! Hurry!”

Even as he said it, it was too late. A rising cloud of dust was visible back the way the mercenaries had come along the road, gaining ground. Whoever had given chase would be on them in seconds.

A second tiefling appeared on the wall next to the first. This man was older, spine stiff; he held himself with authority. “By the Hells, what is—Aradin! You led goblins here?!” His voice rose in pitch as he spied the approaching cloud of dust. He began to form a command: “Open the—!” But an arrow whistled past his head, and he ducked down behind the cover of the parapet.

A wave of goblins broke over the clearing. They poured in from every direction, seemed to erupt from the very ground. Gate solidly closed and to their backs, the humans tried to form a defensive line. An act of desperation: their foes outnumbered them three-to-one. Their leader raised a club, his face grim and determined.

One of the smallest goblins, faster than the others, closed on him. The creature leered, displaying its many wretched, pointed teeth, and brought its jagged blade up to strike.

Before the mercenary could so much as raise his weapon to attempt a parry, another man vaulted over the wall and landed between him and the oncoming attack, brandishing a rapier. The man’s left eye emanated an otherworldly greenish hue. With a twist of his hand, the edge of his rapier took on the same ghoulish glow. He ducked the goblin’s swing with a graceful, low half-pirouette, and ran it through at the throat. Blood fountained from the creature when he shook it free of the blade.

Enough! Sura heard Lae’zel cry in her mind. Htak’a!

There came the pull of magic behind her. Gale...? But it was prayer, not incantation, that echoed in her ears. Shadowheart stood in the center of the hill, palms extended to the heavens, face and arms swimming in oily shadows. Thick strands of blackness oozed out of the air. They curdled in her mouth, and she smiled at Sura, gone to darkness.

“Benedictus,” she rasped, and splayed her arms wide.

It felt as though she was cut free of gravity, untethered from the ground. That was the only way to describe the sensation that passed over her. Sura had been on the receiving end of clerical blessings before, but those? Those were pedestrian things. This was akin to being cradled in the cupped palm of devotion itself. Shadowheart pulled the darkness of the world into herself; she was a great sink of it, a ravenous well. Her fervor resounded out of her:

may we brandish your triumph and your blessed shadows as a mighty blade—your power be my shield—your will my dagger

Shadowheart tore blackest night out of the fabric of brightest day, and drank it down and down and down. Power torrented forth to fill the void left behind. Sura felt herself honed, furious as an arrow, all her senses alight. Her pulse pounded in her ears—her own, and her companions’. The flex of Lae’zel’s shoulders as she brought her greatsword down to cleave the skull of a snarling worg sang gloriously in her muscles. Gale’s magic crackled along her skin. And the man before the gate, who slashed his rapier through the air in great lightning arcs—she felt him, too, dimly on the edge of her awareness, but there he was. His magic was brimstone and rot on the back of her tongue; warlock’s magic. The worm in her head heaved, trying desperately to connect with the parasite she understood at once he must also bear.

Her fingers itched for a weapon she did not have.

As though he understood this yearning before she expressed it, Astarion bounded up the side of the hill, and skidded to a stop in the dirt next to her. His eyes blazed with what she felt as wild exhilaration, as intimate as her own. Blood coated his hands, slashed across his cheek and down his face. Not his own blood, as it turned out. Under one arm he carried the limp body of a goblin archer, and in his other hand...

Into her lap he dropped the most hideous bow she had ever seen—ill-used, poorly strung, the size and tension wrong for her. He cast the goblin’s body at her feet, and she saw the quiver full of arrows strapped across its back.

She could have embraced him for the ecstasy of it. Joy burned bright in her veins. It crawled its way up her throat, tore free in a whoop. She snatched up the bow, and dove for the quiver. He bared his teeth to her in a vicious grin, free and unrestrained. She understood at once that this was the first genuine smile he had offered since he met them.

His teeth were very sharp.

Good hunting, he offered. In her mind it came to her as a growl, a joy to mirror her own, and then he was off again, dashing down the hill and wading back into the goblins at Lae’zel’s side.

In truth, the fight was all but over. The humans huddled at the foot of the gate, wounded, but not mortally so. The final goblin staggered toward them. The stranger with the rapier had shattered its right kneecap, and its leg below the knee was a gruesome mess. Yet it advanced, wielding its blade as though to ask a desperate, fatal question.

There was only one answer to be given to such a query. Sura rose to her knees and drew an arrow from the quiver in one continuous motion. Her hands moved of their own volition, unburdened by thought or decision, guided by instinct and the psychic whisper of Shadowheart’s benediction. She let the arrow fly, watched the arc it described as if in a dream. The blessing flickered in her mind, one last caress before fading away, and she knew it would strike true for what seemed like ages before the tip of the projectile buried itself between the beast’s shoulderblades.

In the aftermath there came an unnatural stillness. It did not last. A sob broke the air: at least one of the goblins’ initial volley of arrows had found its mark, and a woman atop the wall fell to her knees next to the now-still body of the tiefling who had been stationed at the crank.

Zevlor’s head and chest reappeared over top of the battlement. He called out, “Open the gate! Damnation take us all, get inside before more come,” and the gate began its creaking ascent.

“Come on,” Gale said. Sura turned to find him supporting Shadowheart, her hands clutched unsteadily at his forearm.

Sura’s eyes flitted over her for injuries, but found nothing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Shadowheart inhaled deeply, held it, and exhaled forcefully. She shook her head, and then stepped back from the wizard. “Just a bit dizzy, that’s all. It’ll pass.”

“Is that... normal for you?” Sura intended the question as simple concern. Her voice grated as she asked it, though, and she got the sense that it had come out wrong.

Shadowheart glared. “I’ve had a long day.” She started down the hill.

Sura shot Gale an inquiring look, but he only shrugged. Together, they set off after her.

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“What in the Hells do you think you’re about, leading them straight to us?! There are children here, you incompetent fool!”

“I’d like to see you do better with a horde on your arse! But that’d require you to take a risk, Gods forbid—”

“I have a duty to those in my care! A concept that is apparently beyond your grasp!”

“As though you’d ever care about anything but your rotten hide.”

The gate had barely closed behind them when the shouting started.

“What a cordial reception,” Astarion remarked drily. “They must get scores of visitors, with hospitality like this.”

“If that man is the leader of these—these teethlings, then he will know where to find the one we seek,” Lae’zel growled. She brushed past them all to the front of the group. Blood still dripped from the end of her sword, trailing wet splatters in the dust behind her. “He will tell me what I wish to know.”

“Well, he might,” Sura started. She had to jog forward three paces to catch up to Lae’zel, and laid her hand on her shoulder. Lae’zel turned her head to glare at the hand, but she stopped to listen, which Sura chalked up as a tentative success. “He might also respond poorly to threats, and call a campful of terrified people down on top of us. Hold back for a moment. Show his people we stand together. It will make moving among them easier, and faster.”

Behind her she could feel—if not see—a scowl darken Shadowheart’s face. Lae’zel searched her eyes and said nothing, her mouth pressed into a thin line. Then, with a single, affirmative jerk of her head, she fell into step at Sura’s shoulder.

The source of the commotion was not difficult to find. A path led from the gate deeper into the grove. Zevlor and Aradin stood chest-to-chest in the center of it, snarling invectives.

“You had one responsibility to this grove and everyone in it, and you failed it,” Zevlor said. “We were secure because of one man. One man! And you lost him to your ridiculous overconfidence!”

The skin over Aradin’s knuckles strained bone-white, his hands balled into fists. “Overconfidence? What would you know of overconfidence, you cowardly bastard? You almost got us killed!”

“Yet you’re very much not dead,” Sura interjected, sidling up to them. “Considering the alternatives I think that perhaps warrants a little civility? Just a touch?”

“What Aradin knows of civility would fit in a thimble with room to spare,” Zevlor fumed. He leaned forward, menacing the smaller man. “You bring death to our doorstep, and have the audacity to—”

Sura put herself between them, ignoring Aradin’s outraged harrumph at finding himself presented with her back. She raised her hands, palms out, and spoke quietly. “Peace. Your kin need you, ydvyr, more than you need to best a bull at a contest of stubbornness.”

Zevlor’s shock at being so addressed washed over him in a wave. He took a deep breath, and let it out through his nose. He seemed to deflate.

“Of course,” Aradin said snidely, over her shoulder. “Of course there’s no arguing with a foulblood except in the language it—”

Sura spun on her heel, her face a mask of sudden fury. She brought the back of her hand swinging toward his face with her momentum as she turned, freezing a hair’s breadth from his cheek.

Aradin blanched. His whole body flinched away from her.

“Walk,” she breathed. She was in no doubt that he heard her. “Tend to your people... somewhere else.”

He staggered backwards. Her companions parted around him as he receded. Gale raised an eyebrow at her. She turned back to Zevlor, feeling abruptly sheepish.

“Apologies,” she said. “I forgot myself.”

“No, my friend, the fault is mine,” he replied. “In all honesty I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be offered such grace by a stranger. Aradin’s an ass, but there’s no call to compound his stupidity with my own.” He shook his head, then offered her his palm. “That’s twice now you’ve intervened on my behalf. You have my gratitude. Call me Zevlor.”

“Sura Tav,” she answered, grasping his hand in her own. “And these are my traveling companions.”

“Adventurers, eh? I’ve met a few of those in my time. Though you’re among the more... exotic.” He eyed the group speculatively, gaze coming to rest at Lae’zel. “A strange company, to be sure, but it takes all kinds, doesn’t it?”

“Funny you should say so. Forgive us our haste, but we need your aid. On our way up the path we met a pair of your people who said we could find a healer in this grove. My... companion is also in need of information.” She jerked her head in Lae’zel’s direction. “We think a man named Zorru might be able to help us. Can we find him here? It’s urgent."

Zevlor’s brow clouded over, thinking. He turned away, and began walking the trail further into the grove. He motioned for them to follow. “Zorru should be helping to take inventory of our supplies. You’ll find him in our camp”—he pointed west, along a branch of trail that led down into a wide cave mouth—“in the grottoes among the cliffs. As for the healer, well. I only wish I could be of more help. There was a healer here: the archdruid, Halsin. But he went off with Aradin and his men on their expedition, and didn’t make it back with them. Halsin had an apprentice, Nettie. You could try to sneak in and speak with her. She’s retreated to the inner grove, with the rest.”

“Why would we need to sneak?”

Zevlor sighed. “They’ve named a new archdruid to act in Halsin’s stead, but she’s an unpleasant woman, as like to strike you down as say hello. Her name is Kagha. She blames us for the attacks on the grove, and not just the goblins—the roads in the area have been befouled with beasts for days, perhaps weeks. Not our doing, of course, but there’s no convincing her of that. The druids are preparing a ritual to seal the grove. We’re being pushed out. I don’t imagine they’ll let you stay long, either. If you leave the walls, go armed.”

“Where will you go?” Shadowheart put in.

“No idea,” Zevlor said. “We can’t go back the way we came. We were headed for the Gate, but... most of us aren’t fighters. We’re not likely to make it far.”

“Where are you coming from?”

“Elturel,” he replied gloomily. “We’ve no home left there any more. Not after... recent events.”

“I’m sorry,” Sura said, bowing her head.

They drew to a stop at a cross-path, and Zevlor nodded to her once more. “Again, thank you for your help. For what it’s worth—it was good to find a friendly face here.”

“Take care of yourself, Zevlor,” Sura said.

Immediately upon his departure, Lae’zel stepped forward. “We know our destination,” she said. “I will question this Zorru at once.”

“Haste may serve us less well than we think in this matter,” Gale interjected. “If the roads are as perilous as we’ve been led to believe, we’d do well to gather what information we can about the journey before undertaking it. It may be that this Nettie can help us after all—and if so, she’s undoubtedly the quicker option, given that we’re already here.”

“If she’ll see us,” Shadowheart said. “Zevlor seemed to believe that a lost cause.”

Sura shrugged. “Won’t know until we ask.”

“We waste time!” Lae’zel said. “There is but one cure, and the path to it is within our sight. Action, not discussion, is required.”

“All right. What if we split up?” Sura proposed. “Lae’zel, go and find Zorru. Learn what you can. You should...” she looked around. “... someone should go with you.”

“I volunteer,” Astarion said. His grin as he said it twisted his lips in a way that gave Sura pause.

“Any particular reason?”

He batted his eyes at Lae’zel. She scowled at him. “What can I say? I like her! She puts on a good show.”

Behind her eyes she felt a headache building. Sura rolled her neck left, then right, wincing. “Right. The three of us will see if we can find this healer, and whether she has anything to offer us. Meet back here as quickly as you can. We’ll need supplies for the journey, as well. Eyes sharp for anything useful.”

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After Lae’zel and Astarion had vanished into the mouth of the cave, Gale wandered up beside her, and said without preamble, “I didn’t know you spoke Infernal.”

“You don’t know my favorite color, either,” Sura responded, shoving her hands into her pockets as she walked. “Nor how I take my toast.”

“Fair point,” he said. “We’ve known each other for all of an afternoon, and these are hardly conducive circumstances to sharing oneself deeply. I simply appreciate learning where I encounter it. What gave you cause to study the language?”

“Didn’t study anything. Picked it up at home.”

“Ah,” he said. She offered him nothing further. He looked at a loss for what to do with the information.

At the base of a rocky outcropping that rose to overlook the water, a shout pierced the air. Sura’s head whipped around, seeking the source of the noise.

“Up there!” Shadowheart pointed up the path to the top of the hill.

“At my flanks!” Sura huffed. She sprinted out in front of them without awaiting a response. Gale and Shadowheart scrambled to keep up.

Atop the hill a tiefling woman was laid out on her back in the dirt. A bugbear stood straddled over top of her, brandishing an axe. The woman howled and tore at its legs, but fruitlessly: though her claws drew blood, the bugbear seemed not to notice, or care.

Sura didn’t even slow down. She dropped her shoulder and threw herself against the creature’s chest, sending them both sprawling. They rolled to a stop in a bush, Sura astride the bugbear in a tangle of limbs. The creature howled out its rage and surprise, flailing with its axe. It opened a bright stripe of blood along her forearm as she went for her knife. She hissed in pain. But the knife was in her hands, and she brought it up in a flash, and drove it down into the bugbear’s throat with all her weight behind it. It gave a horrible, strangled gurgle; she felt its spine give, with a sickening crunch. And then it moved no more.

“Are. You. Crazy.” Someone’s hands scrabbled at her forearm. She came back to herself to find Shadowheart gawking at her, eyes wide, face pale. Her hands tugged at the sliced sleeve of Sura’s tunic, ripping the material further back and away from the gash. “Aren’t you an archer? What were you even—though, no, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Of course you would tackle a bugbear. Why wouldn’t you? You’ve thrown yourself headfirst at everything else.”

The fussing was... unexpectedly touching, if brusquely delivered. Sura batted her away, and rose to her feet, pausing only to wipe the gore from her knife on the bugbear’s ratty fur.

“Leave me be, I’ll be fine.” She gingerly inspected her arm, then pinched the fabric closed around it. “It isn’t even that deep,” she lied.

“Are you all right?” Gale asked the tiefling. He knelt next to her, helping her to sit up. She held a palm to her forehead, and winced, but nodded.

“I think so... thanks. Glad you came along. Another minute and I’d have been a goner.” She looked from one to the other of them, and wrinkled her nose. “Hold on, I know why you’re here.”

“... you called out for aid?” Gale said.

She shoved herself away from him, and clambered to her feet. “Come off it, you reek of the Hells. You’re here to get your devil mistress’s prize back, aren’t you?”

Sura sheathed her knife. “Helm’s honor, we’re not looking for anything of the kind. We’ve had a long day, and it did include a jaunt to Avernus I’m truly not keen to repeat, but we were only passing by when we heard you.”

“Nobody takes a ‘jaunt’ to Avernus.”

“Unfortunately,” Shadowheart said, “we also wish that were the case.”

The woman considered them with narrowed eyes, then shook her head. She sighed. “I suppose if you really wanted it, it would’ve been easier to take it off my corpse.” She fished her hand under her collar. From some interior pocket of her shirt, she withdrew a disc, palm-sized and metal. “Damn thing’s brought me nothing but trouble. Hells, the bugbear could probably smell it on me. It has power, though. Take it, if you like.”

As one the three of them leaned forward to examine the object. Gale sucked in a breath. “That’s a soul coin,” he murmured. “However did you come by that?”

“Don’t ask. Do you want it, or not?”

Sura recoiled. She had never seen one of these before, but she knew them by reputation: currency dearly coveted by the worst of men and devilkind alike. An accursed reliquary for a single damned soul. Contacts had tried to tempt her with them, once or twice, when no other price would move her to do the invariably reprehensible work they desired of her. She had always refused them.

Gale made the decision for her. “That’s very generous of you,” he said. He took the coin delicately between his fingertips, and brought it up to his eyes. It flashed dully. He examined it a moment, then secreted it away into a pocket among his robes.

“Just... take care with it. And with yourselves,” the woman said.

As they turned their backs on the woman, Sura thought she felt a whisper of magic in her mind. The coin was a weight at the edge of her awareness. She had spent the vast majority of her life balking at any involvement with soul-magic, and for good reasons. Though... she had also never played host to a mind flayer parasite before. She wondered if this was an advantage they might need, considering what lay before them.

She wondered if that justified it.

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“That wound will sour if you don’t look to it.”

“It’s fine, really, I swear.”

“At least clean it!”

“And reopen it? Look, the bleeding’s stopped already.”

“Unbelievable,” Shadowheart muttered. She’d bothered Sura about it all the way back down the hill. “If your arm falls off I won’t be held responsible.”

“Look on the bright side. If we don’t find a cure, a one-armed illithid is easier to take down.”

“ Unbelievable .”

Their way led them high up along the edge of a ring of standing stones, which Sura presumed to be the grove proper. They followed the outer ridge of them down and to the east. Just within the gated entrance, the path had been narrow and overgrown at the edges, but as they passed into the hollows beneath by the cliffs, it opened out, became wider and flatter.

At a low bench to one side of the path, a halfling had established a perch for himself. Trinkets and artifacts of the grove’s daily existence surrounded him in piles on all sides; a magpie among his nest.

“Ho there!” he greeted as they approached. “The heroes of the hour! Come here a moment, I’ve something for you.” He dug into a great canvas satchel by his feet as they approached. After a moment’s rummaging, he triumphantly produced a corked bottle of violently green liquid, which he pressed into Gale’s hands.

Gale peered at it. “A tonic of some sort?”

“Restorative,” the halfling smiled. “One of the archdruid’s own concoctions. In case your good deeds have left you in want of a pick-me-up.”

“Much obliged,” Sura said. “Who can we thank for the courtesy?”

“Call me Arron,” he replied. “Pardon my saying so, but you seem lightly equipped, for adventurers. I’d be willing to trade for anything you’re in need of, if you’ve anything to offer.”

She held out her hand. “Sura Tav. And my companions, Gale of Waterdeep and Shadowheart.” Formalities completed, she swung her pack off her shoulder and plopped it into the dust at her feet. She crouched next to it and began digging out the day’s accumulated oddments and gold. The pile was smaller than she’d have liked, but she pushed it toward him all the same, grimacing. “I know it’s not much, but we’re in odd circumstances. We need hiking packs for three, bedrolls for five. None of it has to be nice, just functional. And a rough map of the area, if you can.”

He looked from the pile, to her, and back to the pile. He raised an eyebrow. “Odd circumstances indeed. You brave the roads with so little?”

“We aren’t gifted with an abundance of choice,” Gale said. “The area is truly so dangerous at the moment?”

“Far more than usual,” Arron said. “A goblin horde has set up to the west of here; you’ve already met a few of them. They’ve been sniffing around. We’ve killed all that have come near the walls, but it’s only a matter of time until the bulk of the horde figure out where we are. There’ve been other things, too, things we’ve never seen hereabouts... ogres. Drow. All manner of unpleasantness.”

“And you’re content turning the refugees from Elturel out into the midst of that?” Gale snipped.

A dissatisfied grumbling sounded from the man’s throat. “Content? Certainly not. But Silvanus demands that we defend the grove, at all costs. We pray that they go forth with his protection.”

From further down the path, there came a clamor of raised voices, the sounds of a scuffle. Sura stood and refastened her pack across her shoulders. “What’s that?”

Arron groaned. “Doubtless another squabble between the refugees and Kagha’s aids. There’s been nothing but grief since master Halsin departed. They’ve been asked to stay out of the inner grove.”

“Do you know of a way for us to get in there?” Sura asked. “We were told you have a healer, and we badly need her consultation.”

Arron shook his head. “You could try speaking to the guards at the entrance, but I suspect you’ll find no luck. Here.” He dug into his pack again, and pressed another bottle of green tonic into her hands. “I’ll gather the supplies you requested; return for them in an hour or so. And may the Oak Father keep you.”

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#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #shadowheart #gale #lae'zel #karlach #wyll #halsin #sura tav #tadpolycule

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ahlulbaytnetworks · 1 year

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🍃🕊🍃 The eve of ⁦‪Eid al-Fitr‬⁩ is one of the greatest nights of the year.

‎Do as much worship. These are recommended:

‎☑️ Ghusl

‎☑️ Ziyarah of Imam Hussain (as)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Yaseen (Ch. 36)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Kahf (Ch. 18)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Anaam (Ch. 8 )

‎☑️ Recite 100 times:

‎أستغفر الله و اتوب اليه

‎Astaghfirullah wa Atub Ileyhe

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labbaik-ya-hussain-as · 1 year

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The eve of #EidAlFitr is one of the greatest nights of the year.

Do as much worship. These are recommended:

☑️ Ghusl

☑️ Ziyarah of Imam Hussain (a)

☑️ Recite Sura Yaseen (Ch.36)

☑️ Recite Sura Kahf (Ch. 18)

☑️ Recite Sura Anaam (Ch.8)

☑️ Recite 100 times:

أستغفر الله و اتوب اليه

Astaghfirullah wa Atub Ileyhe

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sporadic-icons · 1 month

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Avatar: The Last Airbender Sura RP Icons

Free to use. Likes or reblogs are cool. Icons are from Avatar: The Last Airbender North & South Ch 3. I believe there are 16 of them.

#rp icons #icons #comic icons #sura #avatar #avatar: the last airbender #north and south #atla

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loverandservantoftheahlulbayt · 1 year

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🍃🕊🍃 The eve of ⁦‪Eid al-Fitr‬⁩ is one of the greatest nights of the year.

‎Do as much worship. These are recommended:

‎☑️ Ghusl

‎☑️ Ziyarah of Imam Hussain (as)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Yaseen (Ch. 36)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Kahf (Ch. 18)

‎☑️ Recite Sura Anaam (Ch. 8 )

‎☑️ Recite 100 times:

‎أستغفر الله و اتوب اليه

‎Astaghfirullah wa Atub Ileyhe

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griefprofiled · 4 years

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@xbadusernameherex lexa & sura

Being the name drawn had just saved time, the second it was announced, everyone in Seven knew exactly who would be stepping back in an arena and everyone else eligible knew better than to volunteer this time. The two living legends of Seven had both been drawn, saving everyone the time.

She and Roan were the naturally assumed pair, if anyone was going to represent the district opposite other victors. As well they should be.

"This is pointless." The ranking system was so people had some idea of what to expect. Everyone knew exactly what to expect this time. Why, then, was it required and currently keeping her in the hall to wait for the rest to finish their respective assessments?

"It should be you." An indictment on Kane, and a compliment to him. Albeit a monotone, clipped one. Kane would be dead by the end of the third day, if that, even if people liked him. That only went so far. That went as far as a potentially kind death. "Everyone knows who the final few will be."

#xbadusernameherex #ch: lexa #;;lexa vc: this is bullshit theres only like 5 of us who are Real Threats what a rip offffffff #& sura

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shinymoonbird · 2 years

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Through the path of his grace that even the gods cannot know, he came as a Teacher, in a form knowable to the senses and easily accessible to the hearts of men, setting upon the earth those holy feet that shine like bright jewels set in wisdom’s dawn. ~ Sri Guru Ramana Prasadam - v.422, by Sri Muruganar

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🕉️ Annihilation of the Ego 🕉️

Mad people who, instead of becoming food to God, seek to make God as food to them, will at last through egoism become food to Yama [death].

Sadhu Om: Did not many asuras (*) seek to subjugate God through their worship in order to gain their own selfish ends? It is this kind of attitude towards God which is described in this verse as ‘seeking to make God as food to them’. Through their selfish worship [kamya upasana] such people are in fact only courting their own destruction!

Unless the appearance [of this world] known objectively by the senses, and the wicked ego, the knower of it, die as food to Siva, who shines as the state of supreme consciousness, the supreme reality cannot be attained.

~ Guru Vachaka Kovai The Garland of Guru’s Sayings, by Sri Muruganar Part Two - The Practice of The Truth Ch. 82. Annihilation of the Ego, V. 853-854

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(*) Asuras: In Hindu mythology, class of beings defined by their opposition to the devas or suras (gods).

#Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi #Muruganar #Guru Vachaka Kovai #gvk v.853 #gvk v.854 #selfish worship #kamya upasana #ego annihilation

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allyleetheo · 3 years

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Reading list

This list contains Bl's that I haven't read yet. They are split into 2 categories.

Reading list: 65

Complete: 25

Body complex🔞🔁

A thousand cranes🔞🔁

I'm your blood and soul 🔞 🔁

Blood bank🔞🔁

Path to you 🔞🔁

My purrfect boss🔞🔁

Here U r🚫🔁

Love or hate🔞🔁

Star x fanboy🚫🔁

One more time sir🔞🔁

Bluer than summer🔞🔁

False memories 🚫🔁

Biting the tiger🔞🔁

I will be waiting for you in 1999🚫🔁

Puppy love🔞🔁

Incidently living together🔞🔁

A shoulder to cry on🚫🔁⚠️

I'm banging my rival from a parallel world🔞🔁

Apron yankee🔞🔁

Kiraide Isasete🔞🔁

Omae no Koi wa Ore no Mono 🔞🔁

Unluckily lucky 🚫🔁

Scandalous M🔞🔁

Sun's blood 🔞🔁

Inner beauty 🚫🔁

Ongoing: 24

All of you↗️

Pandora's heart↗️

Sura's lover🔞 ↗️

Two sizes, two small↗️

Dine with a Vampire🔞↗️

4 week lover🔞↗️

Salad days🚫↗️(ch73)

Old fashioned cupcake🔞↗️ (ch2)

Love me doctor🔞↗️(ch29)

Do I smell🔞↗️

My Suha 🔞↗️ (ch72.5)

Lucky paradise 🔞↗️(ch23)

Your wish is my command🔞↗️(ch.42)

Snail pond robber🚫↗️🌼(Ch. 51)

Dear door🔞↗️(ch54)

Kings Maker🚫↗️(ch69.5)

19 Days🚫↗️(ch356)

Dangerous convenience store🔞↗️(ch26)

Love jinx🔞↗️ (ch19)

Assorted wildness 🔞↗️ (ch37)

Legs that won't walk🔞↗️ (ch46)

Dream sign 🔞↗️ (ch15)

Sweet as hell🔞↗️ (ch27)

Love for sale🔞↗️ (ch20) *

Below there are 2 lists of non-BL and a small amount of GL.

Other: 18

Given

Hyung, your my Idol🚫

Bitten by moonlight🔞🔁

Dear signal🔞🔁

A tough alpha wants to be loved🔞🔁

Pick up love 🔞↗️

Man of virtue 🔞↗️

It's been a while, shall we 🔞↗️

Help me, Uncle 🔞↗️

Till our lips touch🚫🔁

Karasugaoka don't be shy🚫🔁

Dress him up🚫🔁

My father in law is my wife🚫↗️(ch65)

Life Senjou no Bokura🔞🔁

Our companionship🚫🔁

Iyayoiyayo mo kiss no uchi🔞🔁

Takane no Hana wa Chirasaretai🔞🔁

Hanagara Tsumi🔞🔁

Demon king🔞〽️❌3/10

Lilith cord🔞〽️❌1/10

Sex exercise🔞🌼〽️☑️8.5/10 (S2??)

My boss is XL size🔞

Over - Cumming writers block🔞

When I reincarnated, I was doted on by the

The emperor and the female knoght

A fool in a girl🔞🌼

Fire in his fingertips🔞

The blood of madam Giselle🔞

Did my biceps turn you on🔞

The missing O🔞

The virgin witch🔞

Silent war🔞

GL's

Tamen De Gushi (GL)

Her ShimCheong (GL)

Madison De maid (GL)

Between summer and fall (GL)

Hate me🔞🔁 (GL)

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hiddenbeks · 3 months

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what is your oc's core theme?

tagged by @gwynbleidd to do this quiz, thank you jackie!!

tagging @hibernationsuit @nokstella @ravensgard @yrlietlanaevyss @ehlnofaey @feitanportor @katsigian @rosykims don't remember who has done this recently so. as usual. no pressure if u don't feel like doing this!

doing this for the once iconic poe duo that has faded into obscurity because i've neglected them for so long! time for a sura & viv renaissance babeyy

sura - the leaver

"there is nothing for you here anymore. you are being rejected by this place. it repulses you, too - you have no desire to stay here. yet, some nostalgic thorn curls into your side and keeps you bound here. there is comfort in a hell you once called home. but it is time to go. no time to stall. if you wait too long, this place will swallow you whole. then, you will have no chance to leave. you need to go; you've been waiting so long. the door is open. all it waits for is your first step. your painting is "artist's death. the last friend" by zygmunt andrychiewicz."

vivinna vellico - the popular

"the attention of outsiders is like opium. at your heart and soul you produce and create and you thrive on the love it gathers from others. it is like taking your first steps as a baby, and hearing the cheers of thousands upon thousands of parents, encouraging you to move a little more, to step towards mother or father. but when the cheers fall silent, you are lost, aimless, a boat in a turbulent sea with no lighthouse to guide you. you are no longer taking steps. there is no voice calling out to you, signalling where to turn, and there is no encouragement. you want to take the steps but you cannot find any good reason to - not without everybody waiting at the end of your path. your painting is "the birth of venus" by sandro botticelli."

okay first of all i love how viv got the least common result. if she were real and the one taking this quiz she would be so proud of that 😌 anyway. both results are spot on and illustrate the differences between these two quite well! sura longs for connection and a place to call home but feels out of place no matter where she goes and thus continues to further isolate herself. vivinna on the other hand surrounds herself with people to entertain - she has many friends and acquaintances but no idea who she is without the attention of others.. hm.....

#tag games #ch: sura #ch: vivinna #listen sura used to be one of my dearest most precious ocs..... i talked abt her a Lot......#vivinna too. she wasn't as big as sura and i still havent gotten around to playing poe with her lol but i had a lot to say abt her too!!#i love them. both white haired unwanted children who have similar issues but deal with them in very different ways....#initially they do not understand each other at all but they become great friends and learn so much from each other.....#i've forgotten a lot abt sura and i've been meaning to rewrite her backstory but i haven't gotten around to that either. sigh #but for now just know that her life sucks and she's never had a place to truly call home. and the companions she meets in dyrwood #are the first real friends she's ever had in her life. ok.

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waterloou · 4 years

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LEGEND OF KORRA OC

Sura

Basic Data

Name: Sura

Nickname/s: honey, dear

Age: 35

Gender: female

Occupation: healer on board

Nationality: Northern water tribe

Abilities

Bending: water bending/plant bending/healing

Non-Bending: good at handling weapons

Appearance

Physical features: tan skin, long nose, lithe, muscular top/arms, long scar running down her back,

Height: 5’4

Standard clothing: Mixture of northern water tribe and fire nation garb

Defining features: Scar on lip, wheelchair, glasses, fingers full of rings, necklace, forehead tattoo

Other outfits: velvet deep green dresses for events

Personality

Good Traits/Habits: taking care of others, non-judgemental, kind

Bad Traits/Habits: too much curiosity that gets her into sticky situations

Likes: plants, the ocean, spirits,

Dislikes: rulers who enslave their people, the police,

Talents: plant bending, wheelies, ability to carry heavy things with ease

Hobbies: crafting

Strengths: she’s jacked and smart (and quiet)

Weaknesses: stubborn, sarcastic

Fears: Losing iroh, getting shipwrecked

Relationships

Affiliations/Alliances: Good

Romantic Interest/s: General Iroh 2

Pets: none

Enemies: Awon, Unilaq, and others

Biography

Early Life: Born in the northern water tribe to two lovely parents. She was friends with Amka’s ( @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle oc) parents and would babysit for them occasionally.

Growing up: when she was 25, the fire nation visited for a meeting with Unilaq, and she met General Iroh 2. The two hit it off instantly and sent each other letters for years (along with some dates when they’d visit) until Iroh asked her to marry him at 27(which she did) and she went to live with him. At 29, an accident left her paralyzed below the waist, no amount of healing could fix her damaged nerves.

Where they are at present: married to The firelord’s grandson and fighting alongside him

Extra Information

Main goal: to be happy

Hopes/Dreams: to provide for her community

Colour: Green

Season: Spring

Theme song:

Links:

#legend of korra #lok oc #ocappreciation #oc: sura #general iroh 2 #my oc

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dr-gloom · 5 years

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The Makings of Greatness: Prologue

So here’s the Sanders’ Sides Treasure Planet AU! Hope y’all enjoy! And thanks for 1,000 followers!!!<3

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: platonic logince, platonic moxiety, platonic anxeit, familial ThVi

Tags/Warnings (for this chapter): brief descriptions of violence, steampunk technology, Virgil is adorable

Ko-fi

AO3

Masterlist

Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11 Ch 12 Ch 13 Ch 14 Ch 15 Ch 16 Ch 17

PROLOGUE

“On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargos of Arcturian sura crystals felt safe and secure.” A large, bright wooden ship sailed through open space, drifting through golden clouds. A deep, dramatic male voice narrated its journey. “Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates.” A smaller ship with red sails followed behind, seemingly coming out of nowhere, led by an alien with sallow features, fangs, and bony hands. “And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint.”

Virgil watched with rapt fascination as the book’s technology bent light into moving pictures, turning the story into a 3D movie in front of him. Pirates and merchant crew alike broke out into conflict, firing upon each other. The sounds of wood splintering and cacophonous shouting rang out, only slightly muffled by the fact that the scene was, in fact, a sort of illusion. Men fell from the ropes as they were shot, descending into nothingness as their forms surpassed the limits of the book’s projections. The six-year-old pulled the book closer, grinning as he laid on his stomach and his feet kicked idly behind him, the glow of the book the only light in his otherwise dark bedroom.

His room was a decent size, mainly wood, with the back wall made of plaster and stone seeing as it was one of the building’s outer walls. He had a small desk that he almost never used, cluttered with space maps and schoolwork, of course. A modest rug was pinned under his bed, a chest at the foot of said bed, and several shelves were anchored to the walls, holding many of his toys – mostly alien figurines; either pirates or superheroes or something of the like, though tonight Virgil’s attention was focused on the projection before him.

“Like a Candarian sap-wing overtaking its prey-”

The door suddenly opens, and Virgil’s feet still, heart stopping. His eyes widen as light from the hallway spills into his room, illuminating a strip of his bed.

“Virgil Alexander Shae!”

Virgil rushed to shut the book, the pictures disintegrating and the narration slowing to a stop as the book fell to the bedsheets. He put his chin in his hands, looking anywhere but his dad. Maybe if he played it cool, he wouldn’t be as mad. That’s totally worked before, right?

Thomas sighs, hands on his hips. “I thought you were asleep an hour ago.” Virgil sits up and shifts so he’s sitting against the headboard, pillow against his back. His dad walks into the room, pale blue pajamas hanging off of his broad frame slightly wrinkled and short brown hair a mess from a long day of running his fingers through it. He sat beside Virgil, giving him an expectant look.

“Dad,” Virgil whines, grabbing for the book again, “I was just getting to the best part!” He smiles up at him, hugging the book to his chest. “Please?”

His dad laughs and he perks up slightly. Maybe he’d let him finish after all?

“Goodness, not the puppy eyes, you know I can’t say no.” He continues to smile up at his dad. Thomas lets out a put-upon sigh, moving to sit beside his son. “Scoot over then, love.” Virgil’s smile widens as he does what the older male asks. Thomas sits beside Virgil and wraps an arm around him and Virgil opens the book, the picture of Nathaniel Flint’s ship still front and center on the page. The narrator’s voice warms up, starting out slow and warped as it picks up where it left off before the deep and enthralling tone resumes its tale.

“Like a Candarian sap-wing overtaking its prey, Flint and his band of renegades swooped in!” The voice exclaimed. The pirates’ ship jumps off the page, sailing through the air. Metal claws dug into the merchant ship, anchoring it to Flint’s. The pirates grabbed onto their ropes, swinging over the cavernous distance to land on the deck of the merchant ship. Smug cheers rang out from the group as they descended upon the merchant ship’s crew. Conflict rang out. Weapons fired. Crew from both sides fought tentacle, claw, foot, and gun trying to either take the ship or defend it. Deflected shots crashed into the ship’s wood, sending splinters into the air and starting a blaze in the wreckage. Smoke billowed into the starry sky, the fire’s glow illuminating the all-out war between crews.

Flint’s men made it down to the captain’s private quarters, locating his personal riches. A sword swung up into the air, only to be brought down upon the golden lock, severing it in two and mangling the metal of the chest’s clasp. The chest was tipped over onto the floor, gold and jewels spilling out only to be scooped up in bony hands. Nathaniel laughed darkly, stuffing the riches he held into coat pockets before directing his men to take the chest back to the ship.

“And then, gathering up their spoils,” Nathaniel’s ship sailed off into the stars, heading straight for Virgil’s illuminated face, “vanished,” the ship glowed green before utterly disappearing from the page, and Virgil flinched. That part always got him, no matter how many times he read this story, “without a trace.”

“Whoa.”

Virgil looks up at his dad as they both speak, amusement dancing in Thomas’ eyes. He turns back to the book, turning the page, and blue light washes over their faces, fog coming off the pages.

“Flint’s secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy,” the fog moves as the picture zooms further into the dark depths of deep space, idle meteors drifting past until the silhouette of a planet pushes through the fog, “stowed with riches beyond imagination.” The planet looms closer, two rings bracketing it in an ‘X’ across its center, one of them a glowing, misty green. “The loot of a thousand worlds.”

Virgil grins, speaking in time with the narrator. “Treasure Planet.”

His dad gently shuts the book with a fond smile. “Okay, time to go to bed, mister.” Virgil pouts. “Nope! None of that, you need to sleep.”

Virgil sighs. “Fiiiiiiine.” Thomas moves to get up, setting the book on his bedside table. Virgil scrambles up onto his headboard, standing shakily on top of it, his small feet just barely fitting. “How do you think Flint did it, dad? How’d he swoop in out of nowhere-” He jumped from his headboard onto his bed, his dad reaching out to catch him but being too slow. Virgil rolls onto his back, looking up at Thomas. “And vanished without a trace?”

“I have no idea.” His dad sighed and shrugged, moving closer to Virgil. “Now... Come here!” He snatches Virgil into his arms, laughing lightly as the boy struggled to get away through his own giggles. “I’m gonna get ya!” Thomas pulls Virgil’s shirt up over his stomach and blows a raspberry into the skin, making him shriek with laughter. He settles, smiling down at his son. “Alright. Time for you to go to sleep, my little spacer.” He moves to tuck him in, tapping the tip of his nose and kissing his forehead.

“You think someone will ever find Treasure Planet, dad?”

Thomas smiles sadly, brushing a hand through Virgil’s hair. “I think it’s more of a… legend. A myth. I don’t think it’s real.”

Virgil looks up at him, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. “I know it’s real!”

He sighs, smiling. “You win. It’s real.” He tucks Virgil in, kissing his forehead once again. Virgil smiles and closes his eyes.

“Nighty-night, dad.”

“Nighty-night, sweetheart.”

He gets up and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Virgil shuffles under his blanket and opens the book, its light bathing the small pocket of space he occupies and lighting his shadow. “There are nights when the winds of the Etherium are so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom, made one’s spirits soar!”

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petagilekan · 2 years

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blaettermagen · 3 years

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"And has the story of Moses reached you? -" Story of Moses (peace and blessings of Alaah be upon him) beautifully captured in Sura TaaHaa as follows... https://youtu.be/1dn60yPZG3A?t=00m57s QS. Taa-Haa - Ch 20: Verse 9 Onwards... Via Qur'an English http://quran-en.com Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said... 9. And has the story of Moses reached you? – 10. When he saw a fire and said to his family, "Stay here; indeed, I have perceived a fire; perhaps I can bring you a torch or find at the fire some guidance." 11. And when he came to it, he was called, "O Moses, 12. Indeed, I am your Lord, so remove your sandals. Indeed, you are in the sacred valley of Tuwa. 13. And I have chosen you, so listen to what is revealed [to you]. 14. Indeed, I am Allah. There is no deity except Me, so worship Me and establish prayer for My remembrance. 15. Indeed, the Hour is coming – I almost conceal it – so that every soul may be recompensed according to that for which it strives. 16. So do not let one avert you from it, who does not believe in it and follows his desire, for you [then] would perish. 17. And what is that in your right hand, O Moses?" 18. He said, "It is my staff; I lean upon it, and I bring down leaves for my sheep and I have therein other uses." 19. [Allah] said, "Throw it down, O Moses." 20. So he threw it down, and thereupon it was a snake, moving swiftly. 21. [Allah] said, "Seize it and fear not; We will return it to its former condition. 22. And draw in your hand to your side; it will come out white without disease – another sign, 23. That We may show you [some] of Our greater signs. 24. Go to Pharaoh. Indeed, he has transgressed [i.e., tyrannized]." CONTINUED.....below... X - X - X - X - X - X - X - Also Checkout..... Recommended UTube video.... Story of Moses-PBUH from Qur'an - Mufti Menk https://youtu.be/PFCTEIiMuww Story of Prophet Joseph-PBUH https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10217661066334835&id=1124661704 Mary in Quran... https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10217158151522279&id=1124661704 Jesus -PBUH - A Mighty Messenger https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10217273226879091&id=1124661704 X - X - X - X - X - https://www.instagram.com/p/COD1DQkB8aI/?igshid=9hxxjh0a6uug

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