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Secret Kingdoms (Hunter x fem!Reader Fantasy AU)

Notes: This is highly self-indulgent but it's my birthday gift to me so eat my shorts, yes this is based off of that one episode of Merlin

Warnings: kidnapping, plans of an enforced marriage talk of war, one character nearly drowns, there will be a part three

Taglist: @imabeautifulbutterfly @twinkofthedink @imaginationrunswild2

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You and Hunter rested beneath a tree, watching carefully as Anakin and Padme sat in the meadow below. They were using his cloak as a blanket while Padme instructed Anakin in making a chain of flowers. Without much else to do, you and Hunter were enjoying the same task. So far, you had made a chain of daisies long enough to wrap around your wrist, and then you heard Hunter humming. He had his knife, and was whittling with a piece of wood as he sang.

"There's a secret kingdom all my own With no castles, and no vassals, and no throne. Just two subjects, you and me, In my private monarchy, Where the king is love and love alone."

You set your daisy chain in your lap and looked over at him. His knife worked fast, his fingers deftly avoiding the sharp blade, though you could see a scar or two on his palm. That was to be expected if he was a knight, you supposed.

“What are you making?” You asked, looping two more daisies together.

Hunter chuckled, “It’s a secret.”

“Is it?” You leaned over, trying to get a good look, but Hunter turned away to conceal a smirk.

“Come on! Why won’t you show me?” You giggled, pulling on his shirt sleeve.

Hunter spun around to catch your wrist, his knife discarded safely. He chuckled as he pinned you to the ground, stealing the air from your lungs as he brought your hand to his lips.

“You will see soon enough, my lady,” He promised, tenderly kissing your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered, lips parted as you studied his face. His golden eyes never left yours

Your heart fluttered, lips parted as you studied his face. His golden eyes never left yours as the wind rippled across the meadow, surrounding you in a snowfall of white flower petals.

You wanted nothing more than to stay like this, forever, with your very own knight in shining armor. In this meadow, your status as a maid didn’t matter. You didn’t have to worry about the princess, or class, or politics, it was just you and Hunter.

You slid your hands up his arms, taking in his muscles before they met behind his neck.

“My lady,” Hunter sighed happily, pulling you upright again. You would do anything to hear him say that to you every day for the rest of your life.

Your thumb traced over his tattoo, marking the difference between ink and skin. It was almost unheard of in the Naboo court for knights to wear ink so proudly, but Hunter and his brothers were unmatched as the newest batch of knights. King Ruwee would be idiotic to banish them from his court if he wanted their support.

Still, curiosity got the best of you. “I have to ask, why the tattoo?”

Hunter chuckled, his large hand covering your smaller one, still resting on the side of his face. Your heart still fluttered every time you saw the ribbon tied securely around his wrist.

“Back during the siege, my brothers and I were sent to the Mandalorians to ask for help. They wore similar markings as a symbol of their family ties, and so my brothers and I adopted a skull symbol to symbolize our closeness. It's not a coat of arms or anything, King Ruwee hasn't granted us any of that, but we all have it on our armor."

He studied you nervously. "It doesn't scare you or anything, does it?"

You shook your head, "It is a bit imposing, at first glance, but that must serve you well in battle."

Hunter laughed, leaning forward so that his head rested against yours. “It does, my lady.”

After a moment, you frowned. “Why won’t you let me see what you’re working on?”

“You’re still on that?” Hunter asked, laughter threatening to bubble out of his chest. “It’s not done yet-”

“I still want to see! Please?” you wobbled your lip to be more convincing

Hunter brushed your nose with his, "Who would I be to refuse my lady?"

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he reached behind his back, grabbing the piece of wood he'd been working on. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed it into the palm of your hand. You looked down. It couldn't be much bigger than a coin, and you could feel the little ridges around the edge. You ran your thumb over the surface, following the design he'd carved.

It was a vine, surrounding a simple flower.

"It's not finished, but it's supposed to be a necklace,” He mumbled sheepishly.

You studied it a moment longer, touched by his craftsmanship. You took the ribbon you’d used for your hair today, and looped it through the hole at the top.

“Help me tie it off?” You swept our hair to the side, noticing the flush that covered his face.

“Is my handsome knight scared of a simple lady?” You teased.

Hunter chuckled at that, and leaned forward, his breath fanning out across your neck as gentle fingers tied a knot in the ribbon to secure it around your neck.

“Trust me, milady,” He whispered, “You are anything but simple.”

Your name echoed across the meadow, and you reluctantly looked up to find Padme waving to you as she and Anakin made their way towards you.

You sighed, and Hunter gently nudged your shoulder.

"Duty calls," He murmured, and big, fat raindrops began to slip through the branches of the tree onto your nose.

—

Two days later, the entire castle was in an uproar. Serenno had declared war on Naboo. It was rumored that Lord Dooku of Serenno was being manipulated by a sorcerer. Others insisted that he was working with this ancient sorcerer of his own will. Due to his ill health, King Ruwee would be unable to lead the troops in battle. He entrusted that task to his good friend, Duke Kenobi, and Kenobi's right-hand man and best friend, Anakin.

Padme was distraught at the idea of the man she loved having to leave for war and possibly never seeing him again, but you didn't have a chance to console her. Hunter and his brothers were to set out immediately and scout ahead for the Naboo army.

His horse was saddled by the time you made it to the courtyard. Hunter noticed you, and shouted something to his brothers before running towards you.

You threw your arms around him, and your feet momentarily left the ground as he held you tightly.

The thought occurred to you to beg him to stay, to be safe.

As if he could read your mind, he cupped your face with his hands, "If I don't go, I leave you and all the kingdom at risk, milady."

You blinked back tears, pressing a kiss to the palm of his leather glove. "I know."

He gently kissed your forehead. "I will be back soon," He promised.

You nodded, but neither of you moved to let go of the other.

"Be safe?" You whispered. You meant for it to sound like an order, but your voice wavered too much.

He nodded, and before he could change his mind, he pressed his lips to yours. It was your first kiss, and his too, from the flush that coated his cheeks a moment later.

"Hunter! Let's go!" Wrecker called. The rest of his brothers had mounted up, and their steeds were pacing the courtyard anxiously.

"I love you, my lady." He squeezed your hand, and ran to his horse. A moment later, he and his brothers had left the courtyard. The thundering of hooves on the cobblestones rang in your ears as you pressed your fingers to your lips and gripped the pendant that hung around your neck.

"I love you too."

—

The castle felt eerily empty without the knights, and the sky seemed overcast without the light of your lover's presence.

Princess Padme was determined to not let Anakin's absence erode her into nothingness, but there were days when neither of you were able to keep the other going, and you were left to sit in the windows with your stitching and dream of the men you loved returning through the castle's front gate.

Finally, Queen Jobal was tired of seeing the two of you moping about and infecting the palace with the rest of your melancholy, so she sent the two of you out into the fields surrounding the castle to get some sun. You were surprised when the Queen acquiesced so quickly to Padme's request for no guards, but Naboo was far enough away from Serenno,and guards were limited anyway with the men marching off to prepare for battle.

Being so trusting of the distance would be your downfall.

Padme sat in the center of the open field, weaving another length of daisy chains, and her worried fingers soon used up all the daisies within arms reach.

"Would you bring me those flowers at the edge of the forest, there?" she waved in the direction of the treeline, where garden of white flowers stretched towards the sunlight.

You complied without a word, and the sun beat on your back as you gathered armful of blossoms.

And hand seized your upper arm, but before you could scream, another slapped over your mouth.

"That's it, nice and quiet now, my dear. Don't want to frighten away your mistress now do we?" A voice hissed in your ear. The breath reeked of alcohol, and you couldn't tell if the nausea was from your fear or the stench.

You didn't move, freezing up as a knife pressed up against your back. Your captor dragged you into the shade, where his friends peered out from behind the trees, grinning as they set their sights on Padme. Their clothes looked to be of a fine quality, before wear and tear soiled and tore the expensive fabrics. These were mercenaries and thieves.

The hand removed itself, but before you could demand who hired these men, you were gagged with a somewhat clean cloth.

A hawk screeched in your face, and you looked up to see the leader of these mercenaries, so designated by a wide-brimmed hat and flamboyant feathers.

You could hear Padme calling your name, slowly growing closer. You tried to cry out and warn her to go get the guards, to stay away, but you struggled against the gag. There was a scuffle, out of your sight, and a moment later, Padme was dragged up beside you, her dress sullied with dirt.

She was also quickly gagged, and both of you had a hood pulled over your heads. You were tossed into a cart, the brocade of Padme's dress shoved up against your shoulder, and a moment later the cart began to move, taking you both far away from the palace.

—

Hours later, you had almost fallen asleep when the hood was ripped from your head. You were still in the forest, but it was hard to recognize for the darkness that shrouded the campfire.

"Good Evening, my dear Princess!" The lead mercenary sat on a stump, facing you and Padme as you sat together on a long.

"Who are you?" Padme demanded.

"I am Captain Hondo Ohnaka!" He answered without a pause, "Leader of Florrum's most feared band of mercenaries!"

Padme sat up straight, imagining a crown on her head to add a couple more inches to her height.

"What do you want with me, Captain Ohnaka?" She asked.

The Mercenary Captain tsked his teeth, "Truthfully, Dear Princess, I would have nothing to do with you. War between Serenno and Naboo would reap such profits for me and my men, but oh! The profits Count Dooku offered us for your capture and delivery to his palace, well, that was business we could not refuse!"

Padme glared at your captor, her knuckles growing white as her hands curled into fists.

"My father will have discovered me missing, and he will be sending his best men to find me!"

"Ah! But his best men are already in Serenno, no? By the time they receive the news that you are missing, we will already be under Count Dooku's protection."

You thought of Hunter and his brothers, though Padme was certainly praying for Anakin to leap from the bushes and cut down these brigands to defend her honor. You wanted Hunter to find you, to sweep you up in his arms, and deliver you safely back to the palace.

You and Padme looked at each other. Hondo was right, no matter your dreams, no one would be able to get to you in time.

"What does Count Dooku want with her majesty?" You asked, scooting closer to her. Both of you still had your wrists bound, but you held her hand and she squeezed tightly.

"The Count would not deign to share his plans with a mere mercenary such as myself," Hondo took a bow, waving his hat grandly.

"Though if 'ah 'ad t'say, he's lookin' to get 'Imself 'itched!" Captain Ohnaka's second in command cackled, and the Captain' s pet hawk screeched from his perch on Ohnaka's shoulder.

You and Padme looked at each other in fright.

Ohnaka chuckled, "I…. May know a bit about that, yes. Dinner, anyone?" He held out a biscuit to Padme.

Padme glared at him, so you took it before she could knock it into the fire.

"Princess, you need to eat," You urged her. Ohnaka gave you another biscuit, and left you with the second in command while he went to go check on the rest of his men.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Padme hissed. The mercenary was more concerned with keeping the hawk from annoying him.

You took a bite of the biscuit, it was stale, but flavorless, thankfully.

Padme nudged you gently. "You should run. You're a maid, they won't be concerned if you escape, you can get back to the palace and mount a rescue party."

You glanced over your shoulder. The Captain was coming back towards you.

"You're too valuable," You whispered to her, "If anyone should escape, it's you. Like you said, I'm just a maid. They're not going to be too concerned with me. You have to get away before we get to Serenno."

Ohnaka sat in front of you again, and you both went silent. An escape plan would have to come later.

—

For the most part, you weren't tied up, but you were under constant watch. It was hard to plan anything with ears constantly listening.

Two days after your capture, you crossed the border into Sereno. Trapped in the back of the pirates rickety wooden cart, you watched mournfully as Naboo's magnificent forests thinned out, making way for Serenno's cliffs and mountains.

One of the mercenaries’ scouts reported the distance to Serenno, and Ohnaka rubbed his hands together in delight.

“Tomorrow, Princess,” He took off his hat to give Padme a sweeping bow, “We shall introduce you to your husband!”

Padme blanched as the rest of Ohnaka’s crew jeered with laughter.

The mercenaries set up camp for the night at the base of the cliffs, next to a roaring waterfall. The fresh water seemed to be calling you with a siren song, making you keenly aware of every particle of dirt plastered to your skin. You were hesitant to bathe in front of these men of less than noble intentions, especially with the princess nearby. Her natural curls were limp with sweat, and her dress was covered in mud from sleeping on the ground all night.

“Captain,” You stood to catch Ohnaka’s attention, “If her highness is going to meet Count Dooku tomorrow, wouldn’t it be best for her to be cleaned up?”

The Mercenary thought it over. “You make a good point my lady.”

You grit your teeth

The men escorted you and Padme down to the riverbank.

“Alright now, off with it.” One of them jeered.

Padme glared at him, “Excuse me?”

“You ‘eard him,” His companion insisted, “We’re missing supper ‘bout now.”

While the men eyed Padme like fresh pork in the dining hall you snuck around behind them, eyeing the swords strapped to their belts.

“If you were a gentleman you’d give me some privacy,” Padme said, struggling to undo the ties on the back of her dress by herself.

“I ain’t no gentleman,” The mercenary assured her.

With a huff, Padme undid her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it at the other man. She was still in her shift, but the men refused to look away. For your purposes, that suited you and Padme just fine.

“Then at least turn around.”

“So you can run away while my back is turned? How stupid do you think I am?”

Padme smirked, “Quite stupid, actually.”

You yanked the swords from their belts in one swift movement, keeping one for yourself and tossing the other to Padme. The both of you had been around Hunter and Anakin long enough to know how to hold your own against an opponent, particularly an unarmed one.

Padme slashed one of them across the face, and you took the other from the back. They both crumpled to the ground, but you could hear sounds from the campsite. Both of you ran.

You ran against the current of the river, hoping that the sound of rushing water would hide your footfalls. There was little to no cover in the canyon, so you hugged the wall as tightly as you could in an attempt to avoid detection.

Padme gripped your free hand tightly as you dove around a corner and into an alcove.

"Do you think we've lost them?" she whimpered.

You squeezed her hand tightly, taking one step towards the corner to look for yourself.

With a shout, one of the mercenaries lunged around the corner, yanking on your skirt.

You tried to kick him away, but he grabbed your ankle instead, knocking you off your feet.

"Run, Princess, run!" you screamed.

Padme had a white-knuckled grip on the sword, frozen in fear but desperate to help you. She raised her sword to free you, but another mercenary caught up with you. He swiped his sword at her, and she shrieked, stumbling backwards.

"NO!"

Padme disappeared over the edge of the path, and you heard the splash in the river below.

"No!" Ohnaka moaned, as his prize fell out of sight. The mercenaries went up and down the river, and none of them could find any trace of Padme.

Captain Ohnaka seethed.

"Hold her," He growled, grabbing his sword.

The mercenaries yanked you to your feet as Ohnaka approached

He gripped your chin in his hand, "My dear lady, if you value your life, You will answer my question quickly and honestly.

"Has Princess Padme ever met Count Dooku in person?"

Given that he was supposed to deliver Padme to Count Dooku, and the fact that the two had never met before hadn't mattered until now, you were quite confused.

"N-no, they've never met before." You stammered.

Captain Ohnaka dropped your chin so that it hit your chest. You gasped for breath, offering a silent prayer of gratitude that Padme had gotten away.

Captain Ohnaka took the dress from his right hand man, running the delicate fabric through his fingers.

"Let her go," he told his men.

They glanced at you, but you were just as confused as you were. Still, they dropped your arms, just in time for you to catch Padme's dress as Ohnaka threw it at you.

"Better get dressed, Princess Padme," the Captain grinned. His men began to chuckle darkly as it dawned on all of you what Ohnaka's plan was.

"Tomorrow, we shall introduce you to your future husband!"

—

Hunter wondered why he and his brothers had been summoned to Duke Kenobi’s tent again. They’d given their original report to him already, and clarified any questions the Duke had asked.

Hunter stopped Wrecker outside the tent, and all five of them could hear the shouting within. The Duke made a muffled reply, and the shouter responded. Crosshair swept the curtain aside to find Sir Anakin leaning over the Duke’s desk as he shouted angrily. The Duke was doing his best to remain calm for his brother-in-arms, but from his tense shoulders this had been going on for a while.

“We have to rescue her!” Anakin screamed. It was the only thing Hunter could make out.

“Rescue who?” Hunter asked, though there was only one person on the continent that Sir Anakin would be so protective over.

“Ah, The Bad Batch,” Duke Kenobi smiled at them wearily, happy to put Anakin’s fuming to the side as he beckoned them inside the tent.

“Tech, would you be certain no one is prying outside?” He asked, standing from his chair.

Tech nodded. After a brief perimeter sweep with Echo, they stationed Wrecker outside the tent door to make sure no one came too close.

What I am about to tell all of you cannot be repeated to another,” The Duke warned, “I am about to call off tomorrow morning’s attack on the border, and his majesty even asked me to consider running up the white flag as a precaution.”

A bird’s trill broke through Kenobi’s warning, and Hunter noticed the messenger pigeons roosting in the corner, and a tiny scroll sealed with the royal crest rested in the center of the Duke’s desk.

“Call off the attack?” Crosshair asked.

“If I may say so, your grace, the men will not be very happy about that,” Tech said. The grim twist of the Duke’s mustache proved he’d already considered that.

“We may have no other choice. We have received word from the Castle that the princess was abducted several days ago. The ransom note delivered the day after came from Count Dooku himself. He warned King Ruwee that if we tried anything, her highness would pay the price.”

That explained Anakin’s outburst. Hunter’s throat ran dry as he struggled to take a breath.

“Sir, was the princess the only one abducted?” He asked. Yes, the princess was in danger. But his only thoughts were of you.

“The king’s message didn’t say. Only to ceasefire for now.”

Hunter gulped. You never left Padme’s side, so you very well could be captured with her, or worse, cast aside and killed. Or you could have been the one to report her missing. Hunter tried to breathe and tell himself not to worry about things that couldn’t be helped. He was a knight, you would have had to worry about life or death in your relationship sooner or later.

“How can we sit here while Serenno terrorizes our borders? Their general has cut through five villages already! What of the people?” Echo asked.

“My thoughts exactly,” The Duke said grimly, “Which is where the six of you come in.”

“Six?” Hunter asked, abruptly pulled from his thoughts.

“Yes, Sir Hunter. Anakin will join you and your brothers on a rescue mission. The six of you will sneak across enemy lines, rescue the princess, and bring her back to our camp. Then we can resume our attack on Serenno.”

Crosshair grinned. “High chance of risk, small chance of success. Sounds like our kind of work.”

“Ready your horses,” Anakin said. He pushed past Hunter without waiting for the Duke’s dismissal. “We leave immediately.”

—

It was no wonder to you that Serenno wanted to invade Naboo. As the mercenaries approached the capitol the land became drier and rockier, a stark contrast to Naboo's lakes and lush greenery. These people couldn't farm, and those that stood on the side of the road to watch your procession were gaunt and thin in their ragged clothes. You couldn't look them in the eyes for the hollow, guilty feeling that filled your stomach. No wonder Serenno wanted to invade Naboo. Even as a maid, you went to bed with your stomach full and you knew that you would be guaranteed food the next day. Serenno had none of that.

The dark stone castle was surrounded by a wall ten feet thick, while giant knights armed to the teeth guarded the portcullis and every vantage point. Ohnaka and his men were granted entry, and you knew there was no chance of escape for you now.

A man in a golden crown stood on the steps of the castle, surrounded by his retinue. He had white hair with a neatly trimmed beard, and despite his height, his ermine-trimmed cloak trailed out behind him for a good foot. Count Dooku watched the procession smugly, surrounded by all the wealth and comforts his people could only dream of.

The cart came to a stop at the foot of the steps, and Ohnaka held out a hand to help you down. Padme’s dress twisted around you uncomfortably as you moved, and you hoped the count couldn’t tell how ill-fitting it was.

“My Lord!” Ohnaka said loudly, bowing to his patron, “May I present to you, Princess Padme Naberrie of Naboo!”

The Castle courtyard was silent, all looking to Count Dooku for his reaction. You stood frozen in fear, trying to remember how Padme carried herself. As much as you didn’t want to marry this count who was at least three times your age, if he discovered that you were not who you claimed to be, you would be killed without hesitation. At least alive, you had a chance of survival, a chance for Padme to make it back to the castle or to the army and mount a rescue.

Who were you kidding? You were just a maid. No one would be coming to rescue you.

The Count slowly approached her, his smug smile growing with each step. You could feel Ohnaka’s hand trembling in yours as the mercenary sent you a warning look out of the corner of his eye. He needed this scheme to work as much as you did.

The count took your chin in his hand, carefully studying your face. You swallowed nervously as the Count’s dark gray eyes bored into yours.

Then, with all the gentility a nobleman should exude, he knelt in front of you, taking your free hand and kissing it gently. It took all your self-preservation to not yank your hand away, wishing it was Hunter before you who was kissing you.

“Your highness,” He murmured, still with a self-satisfied smile, “Welcome home.”

—

As fast as Hunter wanted to ride, to rescue the princess and return her home himself if it meant seeing you again, Tech and Crosshair argued that if the rescue were to succeed, they needed the element of surprise.

Still, he and Anakin were at the front of their company, trotting as fast as they dared before Tech would remind them of the nature of their mission. Neither of them mentioned Anakin’s relationship with the princess, and Anakin didn’t try to bring you up either.

As the trees of Naboo began to vanish, they traveled down into one of the canyons to avoid detection, hugging the canyon wall as they followed the course of the river.

“This river leads to the marsh just outside the count’s castle,” Tech consulted his map again, “If we follow it, we should reach the castle by noon tomorrow.”

Hunter’s eye twitched. The Princess may not have until tomorrow.

“Camp, up ahead,” Crosshair warned.

Hunter spotted it too. It appeared abandoned, but there were the remnants of several cooking fires. As they approached, the ashes of the fires appeared fresh.

“This must be the party that captured the princess,” Anakin growled. His horse paced nervously, sensing his master’s anger.

Hunter leaped down from his horse to study the tracks left behind. They were fresher than the last two campsites they’d discovered, and now that they’d crossed the border into Serenno, the mercenaries or whoever the Count had sent to capture Princess Padme had become careless.

“There were two wagons, one loaded down with supplies, and the other not as heavy. Probably for the princess.”

“Can you tell how many men there were?” Echo asked.

Hunter grit his teeth. “About two dozen.”

“Only two dozen?” Wrecker guffawed, laughter echoing off the canyon walls, “We eat that for breakfast!”

Tech hushed Wrecker in warning as a murder of crows took off, spooked by the noise.

Hunter carefully studied the crow’s pattern, in case they warned the Count or anyone else of their unwanted presence. As he watched, the crows began to circle in the air, hesitantly scanning the area they’d just been stationed at.

“What is it?” Crosshair asked him quietly.

Hunter didn’t answer, but he chewed his bottom lip and mounted his horse again, following the river’s rapid course to where the crows finally landed.

There was a woman, washed up on the riverbank.

“Padme!” Anakin screamed her name, urging his horse into a gallop to reach her. He leaped down off his horse, pulling the princess from the water and into his arms. Her breathing was ragged, and she was wearing nothing but her shift. Anakin wrapped her in his cloak as Tech began to see to her condition. Hunter stood back, looking around for any sign of his lady.

“Ani?” Padme murmured, as she began to become cognizant of her surroundings.

“It’s alright your highness, you’re safe now,” Anakin soothed her, brushing her hair back from her face.

“If you’ll pardon me, your highness, you appear to have a fever. I’m going to administer an antidote.” Tech interrupted. Padme nodded, and Anakin helped her sit up to take a drink from one of the many draughts at his belt.

“My apologies if this is rude,” Crosshair spoke up, “But do you mind explaining what happened? How’d you end up in the river?”

“Crosshair!” Echo’s shout informed Crosshair that he had, in fact, been rude to ask those questions.

“‘S fine,” the princess murmured, shivering in Anakin’s arms, “I was captured by mercenaries from Florrum, they were hired by the Count to capture me…as a bride for Dooku.”

Such a revelation filled all the men in earshot with rage. That Dooku would be so vile towards their princess, for one, or that he would use such dishonorable means to gain control of Naboo. All of them preferred a direct fight to these political machinations.

“They had me wash up in the river, and my maid told me to run- they chased me, and I fell into the river. I guess they thought I died.”

“You nearly did.” Tech informed her grimly, but Hunter didn’t hear any of it.

Caught on a rock in the river was your necklace, with the pendant he made for you. He fished it out and held it tight.

You were still captured. Imprisoned by Count Dooku. There’s no telling what that man would do to you as punishment for losing the princess.

None of the others noticed his distress, and the Princess was too delirious with fever to think coherently.

“We have to get her back to our base camp, we can help her rest there, and Duke Kenobi can begin his attack,” Tech said. Wrecker scooped up the princess in his arms, handing her to Anakin once he was settled on his horse.

Hunter only barely registered that the others were preparing to turn around. But you were still in danger, and he refused to leave you behind.

“What about the maid?” He choked out. Your hair, your eyes, your laugh filled his mind, keeping him from thinking of anything but you.

“The maid?” Wrecker asked.

“Yes, the princess was captured with her maid. We have to save her!”

“But Serenno, the army…” Echo looked back up the canyon.

“Hunter, if Dooku has the resources to hire two dozen mercenaries, there’s no telling what kind of army he has at his disposal. We can’t break through all of them for just a maid, certainly not with the Princess sick and under our care,” Tech said.

Hunter grit his teeth.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

With a “HYAH!” He turned his horse around, sending her galloping through the canyon.

“Hunter!” Crosshair screamed as his brother disappeared around the riverbend, “the Duke didn’t say anything about a maid!”

But Hunter was already too far ahead. He didn’t care how many men the Count had. You were in danger, and he was determined to save you.

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Mantis - “A slender predatory insect related to the cockroach.” A slender cat; A small cat; A quiet / stealthy cat; A patient cat; A skilled hunter

Maple - “A tree with colorful autumn foliage and syrupy sap.” A red cat; A brown cat; An orange cat; A yellow cat; A sturdy cat; A sweet cat; A kind cat; A tall cat; A fluffy cat

Marble / Marbled - “Having a streaked and patterned appearance like that of variegated marble.” A marbled cat; A mottled cat

Marigold - “A plant of the daisy family, typically with yellow, orange, or copper-brown flowers.” A yellow cat; An orange cat; A red cat; A cheerful cat; A protective cat

Marmot - “A heavily built, gregarious, burrowing rodent, typically living in mountainous country.” A brown cat; A stout cat; A skilled tunneler; A social cat

Marrow - “A soft fatty substance in the cavities of bones, in which blood cells are produced.” A red cat; A yellow cat; A healthy cat; A resourceful cat

Marsh - “An area of low-lying land which typically remains waterlogged at all times.” A dark-furred cat; A quiet / stealthy cat; A calm cat; A temperamental cat

Marten - “A chiefly arboreal weasel-like mammal, hunted for its fur in many northern countries.” A brown cat; An orange cat; A black cat; A dark-furred cat with a pale chest; A slender cat; A mischievous cat; A cat with a long tail

Mayflower - “A name given to several plants that bloom in May, especially certain white ones.” A small cat; A white cat; A gentle cat; A kind cat; A delicate cat

Meadow - “A low open grassland.” A social cat; An open-minded cat; A swift cat

Mellow - “Pleasantly smooth or soft; free from harshness.” A calm cat; A gentle cat; A kind cat; A friendly cat

Merlin - “A small dark falcon that hunts small birds.” A small cat; A grey cat; A blue cat; A brown cat; A speckled cat; A tabby; A skilled hunter; A cat with great eyesight

Midge - “A small two-winged fly that is often seen in swarms near water or marshy areas.” A small cat; A dark-furred cat; A mottled cat; An agile cat; A social cat

Milkweed - “An herbaceous American plant with milky sap.” A tall cat; A spotted cat; A parental cat; A caring cat; A loving cat; A gentle cat; A kind cat; An attractive cat

Mink - “A small semi aquatic carnivore resembling the stoat.” A brown cat; A dark-furred cat; An aggressive cat; A territorial cat

Minnow - “A small freshwater fish that typically forms large shoals.” A small cat; A silver cat; A grey cat; An excitable cat; An energetic cat; A social cat; A loyal cat; A swift cat; An agile cat

Mint - “An aromatic plant, several kinds of which are used as culinary herbs.” A sweet cat; A charismatic cat; A friendly cat; A soothing cat

Mire - “A stretch of swampy or boggy ground.” A dark-furred cat; A quiet / stealthy cat; A calm cat; A temperamental cat

Mist / Misty - “A cloud of tiny water droplets suspended in the atmosphere at or near the earth's surface, but to a lesser extent than fog.” A white cat; A pale cat; A grey cat; A quiet / stealthy cat; An observant cat

Mistle - “A small herb with scalelike leaves on reddish-brown stems and berrylike fruits; parasitic on spruce and larch trees.” A red cat; A brown cat; A white cat; An intimidating cat

Mole - “A small burrowing mammal with dark velvety fur, a long muzzle, and very small eyes.” A brown cat; A cat with small ears; A skilled tunneler

Monarch - “A large migratory orange and black butterfly.” A small cat; A black and red cat; A swift cat; A bold cat; A cat who is prone to wandering

Moon - “The natural satellite of the earth, visible (chiefly at night) by reflected light from the sun.” A white cat; A very pale cat; An attractive cat; A peaceful cat; An elegant cat; A cat with a strong connection to StarClan

Moor - “A tract of open uncultivated upland; a heath.” A cat with coarse fur; An open cat; A friendly cat; A social cat; A swift cat

Moose - “A large deer with palmate antlers, a sloping back, and a growth of skin hanging from the neck.” A very large cat; A brown cat; A heavy-set cat; An intimidating cat; An aggressive cat

Morning - “The period of time between midnight and noon.” A cat with great potential; An optimistic cat

Mosquito - “A slender long-legged fly with aquatic larvae and bloodsucking females.” A small cat; A slender cat; A long-legged cat; A dark-furred cat; A black cat; A brown cat

Moss / Mossy - “A small flowerless green plant that lacks true roots and grows in damp habitats.” A determined cat; A resilient cat; A cat with coarse fur; A cat with messy fur; A short-furred cat

Moth - “A chiefly nocturnal insect related to butterflies.” A small cat; An intuitive cat; A swift cat; A cat who is prone to wandering; A cat with a strong connection to StarClan

Mottle / Mottled - “Marked with spots or smears of color.” A mottled cat

Mountain - “A large natural elevation of the earth's surface rising abruptly from the surrounding level; a large steep hill.” A very large cat; A wise cat; An intimidating cat

Mouse - “A small rodent that typically has a pointed snout, relatively large ears and eyes, and a long tail.” A small cat; A brown cat; A grey cat; A curious cat; A nervous cat

Mud / Muddy - “A soft, sticky matter resulting from the mixing of earth and water.” A brown cat; A dark-furred cat; A black cat; A clingy cat; A skilled builder

Mulberry - “A small deciduous tree with broad leaves.” A dark-furred cat; A red cat; A black cat; A brown cat; A slender cat; A sturdy cat

Mumble - “Say something indistinctly and quietly, making it difficult for others to hear.” A quiet / stealthy cat; An introverted cat; A nervous cat

Murky - “Dark and gloomy, especially due to thick mist.” A dark-furred cat; A black cat; A mysterious cat; A quiet/stealthy cat; An observant cat

Mushroom - “A fungal growth that typically takes the form of a domed cap on a stalk, with gills on the underside of the cap.” A small cat; A soft-furred cat; A safe cat; A calm cat; A soothing cat; A wise cat

Myrtle - “An evergreen shrub which has glossy aromatic foliage and white flowers followed by purple-black oval berries.” A white cat; A black cat; A cat with glossy / shiny fur; A slender cat; A sturdy cat

#name meanings #warriors #warrior cats #warriors prefixes

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eprobles · 11 months

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ETERNAL ECHOES

Toward dark blue skies, endlessly, Where topaz seas shimmer bright, In your evening, blooms ecstasy - The lilies, pills of pure delight.

In our age where plants must toil, Lilies drink blue distaste divine, From your religious prose, they'll coil, Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.

Lilies, lilies, none in view, Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin, Soft-footed women, pure as dew, White flowers shiver within.

Always, dear man, when you bathe, Your shirt with yellow 'neath your arm, Swelling in the breeze, and wave, Above forget-me-nots, the harm.

Love comes to you in lilac's guise, Wild violets too, nymphs' delight, Sugary spittle on lips, belies, Dark passions on a moonlit night.

Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright, Adorning laurel stems, at their best, With thousand octaves swelling in delight!

If Banville could make them snow, Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy, Blackening the eyes of those who show Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!

In your forests and in meadows so calm, Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives, Decanters' stoppers no different in charm, Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!

Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be, Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk, After frightening drawings we see, Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!

Pink prints and holy pictures we behold, For young girls making their communion, Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto's window old, Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy's union!

Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers, Vegetable biscuits of yore's drawing-rooms, For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers, Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!

Grandville would have put them round the margins, To suck in colors from ill-natured stars, Drooling from your shepherd's pipes, in wondrous fashions, Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!

Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile, Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!

III

white Hunter, running sockingless Across the panic Pastures, Can you not, ought you not To know your botany a little? I'm afraid you'd make succeed, To russet Crickets, Cantharides, And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, - In short, to Norways, Floridas: But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now, - it's the truth, - in allowing To the astonishing Eucalyptus boa-constrictors a hexameter long; There now!... As if Mahogany Served only, even in our Guianas, As helter-skelters for monkeys, Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas! - In short, is a Flower, Rosemary Or Lily, dead or alive, worth The excrement of one sea-bird? Is it worth a solitary candle-drip? - And I mean what I say! You, even sitting over there, in a Bamboo hut, - with the shutters Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, - You would scrawl blossoms Worthy of extravagant Oise!... - Poet ! these are reasonnings No less absurd than arrogant!...

Speak not of pampas in the spring, Black with terrible revolts and strife, But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing, Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.

Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus' rays, How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns, Of Habana, a city that displays, Excrement covering Sorrento's seas in turns.

Where swans go in thousands to roam, Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold, For clearing mangrove swamps, a home To pools and water-snakes so cold.

Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets, And returns with subjects great and grand, White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.

Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens, And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.

Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom, For our armies, strong and brave, On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes' cave.

Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers, The silver of downy growths, Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers Cooking among the essential oils.

Find downy thistles whose wool, Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin, Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool, And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.

Find flowers in coal-black seams, Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright, Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams, Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.

Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate, Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine, To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.

:: 03.06.2023 ::

Poet's Notes:

Firstly, analyzing the poem from the perspective of a poet, I would observe that it is a complex piece with vibrant language and a robust structure. The thematic clusters around nature, colors, and the exploration of human passions are presented with a combination of ordinary and extraordinary imagery. The author makes use of creative metaphorical devices, intertwining nature and human experiences in a unique way.

The piece exhibits a considerable degree of intertextuality, referencing multiple literary figures and creations, which enriches the reading experience by providing additional layers of meaning. The poem also appears to take a critical look at artistic endeavors and societal expectations, seen in lines like "Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be."

Furthermore, the author creates juxtapositions between beautiful, appealing images and harsh, distasteful ones. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the paradoxes of life, with its mixture of pleasure and pain, beauty and ugliness.

From a Jungian perspective, this poem could be analyzed using the concepts of the collective unconscious and archetypes. Many of the images used - like lilies, roses, the evening, moonlit night, hunters - can be seen as archetypal symbols that resonate with universal human experiences.

The poem explores the interplay between the conscious and the unconscious mind. For instance, the verse "Dark passions on a moonlit night" could be read as an acknowledgment of the shadow archetype, the darker, unconscious aspects of the personality that are often repressed.

Moreover, the poem explores the dichotomy between order and chaos, symbolized by the cultivated flowers and the wild forest. This dichotomy could be seen as a representation of the tension between the ego and the unconscious.

The use of botanical metaphors throughout the poem might be seen as a manifestation of the Anima/Animus archetype, representing the feminine principle within the masculine unconscious, or vice versa. The presence of female figures such as nymphs and "Soft-footed women, pure as dew" would support this interpretation.

Finally, the closing lines of the poem, with the "corrode our German-silver spoons," suggests an ultimate dissolution or transformation, akin to the Jungian process of individuation, where one achieves a harmonious balance between all aspects of the psyche.

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crazydreamercycle · 2 years

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A catalogue of names that are just straight up normal words

Female

Acacia

Amber

Amethyst

Amity

Anemone

Anise

April

Aria

Aspen

Aster

Aura

Aurora

Autumn

Avalon

Avril (April, French)

Azalea

Azure

Bee

Beryl

Blanche (White, French)

Blondie

Blossom

Brandy

Bunny

Burgundy

Cadence

Calanthe

Calla

Camellia

Candy

Caprice

Chalice

Charisma

Charity

Chastity

Cherish

Cherry

Clarity

Clematis

Clemency

Columbine

Comfort

Coral

Coriander

Crystal

Daffodil

Dahlia

Daisy

Dawn

Delight

Delta

Destiny

Diamond

Dot

Dove

Dream

Easter

Ebony

Eglantine

Emerald

Epiphany

Essence

Fae

Faith

Fancy

Fawn

Felicity

Fern

Flower

Gay

Genesis

Genie

Gill

Ginger

Glory

Grace

Harmony

Hazel

Heather

Heaven

Holly

Honey

Honour

Hope

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Jacinth

Jasmine

Jonquil

Journey

Joy

July

June

Kay

Kitty

Lacy

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Liberty

Lilac

Lily

Lotus

Love

Magnolia

Maple

Marigold

May

Meadow

Melody

Mercy

Merry

Minty

Miracle

Missy

Misty

Modesty

Monday

Myrtle

Nan

Nanny

Olive

Opal

Paisley

Pansy

Patience

Peace

Pearl

Pen

Penny

Peony

Petal

Petunia

Piety

Piper

Pleasance

Poppy

Porsche

Posy

Precious

Primrose

Princess

Prissy

Queen

Rainbow

Rose

Rosemary

Rosy

Royalty

Ruby

Rue

Sapphire

Scarlet

Scout

Serenity

Shell

Sherry

Sienna

Spirit

Spring

Star

Sue

Summer

Sunshine

Symphony

Tansy

Tawny

Teal

Temperance

Tempest

Tiara

Topaz

Treasure

Trinity

Unique

Unity

Velvet

Verity

Violet

Willow

Winter

Male

Ace

Archer

Art

August

Baker

Bishop

Blaze

Brand

Brock

Bud

Buddy

Buster

Case

Cash

Chance

Chip

Chuck

Clair (Light/clear, French)

Clay

Clement

Cliff

Colt

Constant

Coy

Crew

Curt

Dane

Deacon

Dean

Den

Drake

Duke

Dutch

Earl

Earnest

Fisher

Fletcher

Flint

Ford

Forest

Foster

Fox

Frank

Garland

Gene

Gore

Grant

Gray

Grey

Griffin

Gunner

Guy

Hale

Hall

Hardy

Heath

Herb

Jack

Junior

Kelvin

King

Kip

Lane

Legend

Leo

Major

Mark

Marshal

Mason

Mat

Merit

Messiah

Miles

Moss

Newt

Noble

Norm

Pace

Peers

Peregrine

Pierce

Piers

Placid

Porter

Prince

Prosper

Ray

Read

Red

Reed

Rich

Ridge

Rob

Rocky

Rod

Roman

Rusty

Satchel

Scott

Shaw

Shepherd

Sly

Smith

Sonny

Spike

Stan

Sterling

Stew

Stone

Tad

Talon

Tanner

Teddy

Tiger

Trace

Van

Walker

Ward

Webster

Will

Wilt

Wolf

Woody

Wright

Unisex

Alpha

Angel

Ash

Berry

Blessing

Briar

Brook

Carol

Cat

Cedar

Christmas

Cyan

Dell

Derby

Dusty

Flick

Fortune

Gale

Garnet

Happy

Harper

Haven

Haze

Honor

Hunter

Indigo

Jade

Jewel

Justice

Kit

Lake

Lucky

Max

Merle

Noel

Ocean

Page

Patsy

Phoenix

Praise

Prudence

Rain

Raven

Reign

River

Rowan

Royal

Sage

Sandy

September

Sequoia

Silver

Sky

Sparrow

Storm

Sunday

Sunny

Temple

Wisdom

#names

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insomniacirl · 22 days

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Me when:

Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Mary Macdonald, Marlene Mckinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr, Pandora Lovegood- Tony stark, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Eddie Brock, Steve Rodgers, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Philip Colson, Daisy, Fitz, Simmons, Hunter, Bobby, May, Mike, Peter Quill, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Remy Lebeau, Deadpool- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, El Byers, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield- Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford, Alana, Bedelia, Margot, Beverly- Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider, Chip Bastard, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand, Kian Stone, William Wisp, Dakota Cole, Vincent Sol- Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, River Pond, Donna Noble, Sarah Jane- Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Pitts, Meeks- Keith Kogane, Lance Mcclain- Thomas, Newt, Minho- Katniss Everdeen, Peta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Effie Trinket, Haymitch Abernathy, Johanna Mason- Finn Mertens, Jake, Marceline, Bonabelle, BMO, Simon- Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Bill Cipher- Mr Fox, Felicity Fox, Kristofferson, Ash- Midge Campbell, Augie Steenbeck- Paul Atreides, Chani- Jo March, Amy March, Beth March, Meg March, Laurie- Arthur Lester, John Doe- Achilles, Patroclus- Eurydice, Orpheus- etc, etc.

#Anyway

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tgyverse · 25 days

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― 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃.

publicado el día 31 de marzo de 2024.

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐬.

Alyssa Abbott con Kim Jiwoo.

𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐨́𝐧.

Ninguna pendiente.

𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚.

Ninguna pendiente.

𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐬.

Personajes de Andy ― 6 de abril / semi hiatus.

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Anastasia Parkinson y Severus Snape.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Casius Wormwood, Lucius Malfoy y Rodolphus Lestrange.

𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.

Ninguno.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬.

Margaret Nettles ― inactividad.

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Cailee Spaeny.

𝐏𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋

orden del fénix.

Dorcas Meadowes con Laura Harrier.

Emmeline Vance con Simone Ashley.

Frank Longbottom con Lee Jongsuk.

Gideon Prewett con Björn Mosten.

James Potter con Jonah Hauer King.

Lily Potter con Alina Kovalenko.

Mundungus Fletcher con Elliot Page.

Peter Pettigrew con Elliot Fletcher.

Remus Lupin con Andrew Garfield.

Sirius Black con Enzo Vogrincic.

Sturgis Podmore con Evan Roderick.

mortifagos.

Aether Li con Shen Quanrui.

Alecto Carrow con Alice Pagani.

Amycus Carrow con Freddy Carter.

Antonin Dolohov con Henry Zaga.

Augustus Rookwood con Josha Stradowski.

Baptiste Travers con Nicholas Galitzine.

Barty Crouch Jr. con Adrian Öjvindsson.

Bellatrix Lestrange con Kristen Stewart.

Casius Wormwood con Joe Keery.

Lucius Malfoy con Austin Butler.

Peter Pettigrew con Elliot Fletcher.

Rabastan Lestrange con Michael Evans Behling.

Rodolphus Lestrange con Regé Jean Page.

Severus Snape con Mark McKenna.

Yvette Lévesque con Suki Waterhouse.

civiles.

Agatha Figg con Lily Rose Depp.

Alastair Montague con Lorenzo Zurzolo.

Amelia Bones con Maia Reficco.

Amos Diggory con Leo Woodall.

Anastasia Parkinson con Rachel Zegler.

Andrea Prewett con Luca Hollestelle.

Andromeda Tonks con Daisy Edgar Jones.

Arthur Weasley con George Mackay.

Aurora Rowle con Phoebe Dynevor.

Bertha Jorkins con Halle Bailey.

Bertie Higgs con Jordan Fisher.

Bertram Aubrey con Timothée Chalamet.

Betty Braithwaite con Maitreyi Ramakrishnan.

Charity Burbage con Brie Larson.

Daisy Hookum con Eleanor Tomlinson.

Danny Wood con Jung Jaehyun.

Darcy Brown con Aimee Lou Wood.

Davey Gudgeon con Song Kang.

Dawn Withey con Kathryn Newton.

Dolores Umbridge con Kiana Madeira.

Doris Purkiss con Macarena García.

Edric Brown con Gavin Leatherwood.

Ellie Dowson con Hayley Lu Richardson.

Emma Vanity con Sofia Carson.

Finnick Snow con Cha Eunwoo.

Gilderoy Lockhart con Dacre Montgomery.

Gladys Gudgeon con Han Jihyun.

Glenda Chittock con Elle Fanning.

Greta Catchlove con Hunter Schafer.

Gwenog Jones con Ayo Edebiri.

Hestia Jones con Nana Komatsu.

Isolde Higgs con Gigi Hadid.

Ivan Davies con Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

Jane Diggory con Havana Rose Liu.

Jason Denbright con Jackson Wang.

Jonathan Nott con Tyler Young.

Lorcan d'Eath con Kim Jiwoong.

Lucinda Talkalot con Savannah Lee Smith.

Ludo Bagman con Jordan Gonzalez.

Mafalda Hopkirk con Zión Moreno.

Mary MacDonald con Bae Suzy.

Michael Bones con Jonathan Daviss.

Mina Lima con Meltem Akçöl.

Minerva MacMillan con Samantha Logan.

Miriam Strout con Davika Hoorne.

Molly Weasley con Karen Gillan.

Narcissa Malfoy con Jodie Comer.

Nicholas MacMillan con Jeremy Allen White.

Oliver Scamander con Lee Felix.

Pandora Lovegood con Anya Taylor Joy.

Phoebe Elliot con Madison Bailey.

Rita Skeeter con Katherine McNamara.

Rosalind Bungs con Ana de Armas.

Scarlett Travers con Sabrina Carpenter.

Stubby Boardman con Hwang Hyunjin.

Ted Tonks con Paul Mescal.

Wendy Slinkhard con Jenna Ortega.

Xenophilius Lovegood con Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen.

Zephyr Crouch con Davika Hoorne.

Zoe Nettles con Sophie Turner.

TOTAL: 86 personajes ocupades.

¡Buenas a todes! Dejamos por aquí el recuento mensual. Queremos tomar un momento para dar la bienvenida a todes nuestres nueves usuaries, ¡esperamos que se encuentren a gusto en el verse! Sean bienvenides. En los días consecuentes estaremos anunciando algunas modificaciones a reglas de actividad, de modo que les pedimos que se encuentren atentos al Main. Así mismo dados los resultados de la votación, estaremos publicando eventos para el mes que iniciamos. Nos gustaría agradecer la actividad demostrada en el dash, nos alegra mucho verles a todes participar. Esperamos que se encuentren bien.

— 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍.

#era técnicamente mañana #pero voy a estar muy ocupada hehehehe #* actividad.

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quotes-by-dilanka · 1 year

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When I climb to the summits of majestic mountains covered with stately trees towering above daisy-speckled meadows, I find around me breathless beauty.

When in awe I behold vast quiet reaches of desert-golden sands flowing to meet sky-blue waters, I am touched with the majesty of creation.

When I stand on a rocky cliff by the ocean and watch the tide come and go, I feel the presence of God and recognize my oneness with Him.

Our beautiful earth is a place where birds sing, animals and children play, the sun shines, and rain falls.

It is a special place.

It is our home.

Is it a better place because you were born?

Different countries have their own stories and legends, and there is an old American Indian myth which goes like this.

When a tribe member made the journey through the doorway to another life called "death," before he could go forward in the new life, he had to face the Great Hunter and answer one question affirmatively:

Was the earth a better place because you were born?

As a child, I remember my parents saying to me, "Wherever you are, whatever you do, make earth better because you passed through."

As the present is heir to the past, so will the future be the child of the present.

The present is where you are right now.

You can fearfully anticipate the future or you can make a conscious effort to build a better future, which means that you work today with a positive attitude and begin shaping your world right now in the manner you desire for tomorrow.

A skeptic may object by saying, "But with our recent history of wars and hostility and in view of the present world situation, is there any reason to believe in civilization and to be optimistic about the future?"

Absolutely!

Remember that you are living in an age in which men have walked on the moon.

You are living in an age when research in consciousness is rapidly gaining momentum.

You are living in an age when more people are being born than ever before.

You are living in an age of communication between planets.

You are living in an age when people are seeking and finding the presence of God in their personal lives, even amid the tension of our present society.

Man's divine spirit is getting tired of residing in turmoil and confusion.

Humanity is ready for enlightenment.

You do not live in a time of decline, but in a time of transition.

Think about this: not a time of decline but a time of transition.

The world often may seem at odds and appearances may seem hopeless.

Not so!

Even the darkest night must relent before the approaching dawn - the coming of the new day, and we are living at the beginning of a new day... a new age... an age that some call "golden."

The shocks and upheavals of our time are but the storms of a forthcoming spring which sweep away what is decayed to make room for the newer, the better.

These are but the growth pains of a new era, an era that gives birth to a race of men and women who are strong and supreme because they are united in one cause - mankind's evolution.

—Rebecca Clark, "The Voice in the Wilderness", Breakthrough

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melbournenewsvine · 2 years

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When the footpath is not a footpath

We’ve been told of pedestrians refusing to be careful when crossing roads (“Police Urge Pedestrians to Remain Alert After Death,” October 2). As a decent elderly person, always aware of my surroundings, I am stunned by the daily dangers that law-abiding pedestrians face from cars, bikes, and scooters. At my local intersection, cars often light up when pedestrians have the right to cross. Often on footpaths, cyclists fail to sound their horns when approaching pedestrians from behind. Also, cyclists and scooters (not just children) dash on footpaths and put pressure on those who walk. I’ve seen speeding cyclists crossing crowded roads almost onto footpaths and crashing into pedestrians. The term “pedestrian lane” has become a misnomer, and the idea of a “common path” has become a joke. The lion’s share of space will always go to those who drive fast cars, and not to weak humans. The benefits of walking for the elderly are many. But if threats to their safety persist, many will forego this inexpensive health activity. Caroline Gresh, Dulwich Hill Your article referred to an important safety issue for pedestrians crossing Sydney’s main roads. We live on the corner of Parramatta Road and Glebe Point Street. We were given about 5 seconds to walk through the four lanes of the Broad Parramatta before the drivers made the turn from Glebe Point Road to get the green light to turn into Parramatta Road. We leave the pavement a second the light turns green, but believe me there is always a scramble to try to get out of the way of turning vehicles that are often (not always) driven by impatient drivers. Lots of pedestrians cross this intersection to go to Victoria Park, the University of Sydney or the public swimming pool. Please give us a reasonable amount of time to cross so that we can avoid a tragedy like the one at Sunflower Drive in Claremont Meadows (“Three pedestrians killed in 24 hours as police urge caution on long weekend,” October 1, where a grandfather was killed On his way home from visiting his grandchildren. Louis Katz, Gleb Parramatta no strength Not only does the new planned museum for Parramatta look like an event center masquerading as a museum (“More Event Center than a Museum: Report,” October 2), it has also adopted a pseudonym and in the process stole a distinct identity. It’s not the Powerhouse Museum. That institution, however weak it may be in the future, still stands proudly at Ultimo. Phil Rodwell, Redfern Dangerous sex on TV Applause to Daisy Turnbull for her thoughts on screen approval rating (“We should know what we agree to watch,” Oct. 2). The most recent example is House of the Dragon, where sexual encounters in sexual encounters transition from one-sided “exercises” to intimate, heart-warming heights. Whether the audience will pick up the director is not a very subtle difference in the various interrelationships, there is a question. It is no exaggeration to suggest that developing young minds who take in these cinematic pairs can leave them with a less than consensual sense of reality. Steve Dillon, Thyrol No need to classify consensual or non-consensual sex. Just make movies without sex scenes and let the viewer use their imagination. Jenny Greenwood, Hunters Hill Rules can’t be broken I also attended a Catholic girls’ school in Sydney (Letters, 2 October), in my case during the 1960s. The rules were ample. Athletic height rules and uniforms were also an advantage. Others included: not talking to boys in uniform, not talking in toilets, covering bleached or colored hair with a cloth shower cap (school colors), and not pulling out eyebrows. We never thought about wearing jewelry or makeup. At one point we were asked to carry bricks, yes bricks, from the lower campus up to the top in preparation for the new science block building. However, we knew the rules and no one forced us to go to school. We would not describe our experience in four letter words. Margaret Wright, Narembern Albu Tax Hero Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

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irrfahrer · 2 years

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The scent of Ozone hing so thick in the air, the Tynnan swore she woud have been able to grasp it, if she would just reach for it. Although reaching for it, would have been rather difficult, considering she was right now elbow deep in the stomach of a Rhodian woman where she carefully plucked out permaice-splinters like one would carefully pluck Green daisys from a meadow, to let the splinters fall in a spotchka-cup beside her. The splinters had burned the flesh around it and nimbly like a tailor Ziv cut this tissue out too and then sewed back together grey with grey, red with red and eventually scaled skin to scaled skin. Using a in antiseptic oinment drenched cloth she had already put aside, Ziv cleaned the sewed injury gently before she finally straightened her back again which made her spine pop like an brittle branch.

"-Kriff!", the Tynnan made a miserably and for Humanoids mostly also utterly adorable cheeping noise as usual for her species when in pain, yet she caught herself and stopped promptly as always when she caught herself doing something that people might find adorable. In a few hours she could put some of the little Bacta-Gel on the Rhodians injury, but for now the other womans body needed to move out of the shock of beeing injured before beeing confronted and possibily overhelmed with the shock of a injury that would mean hurt and pain suddenly nolonger hurting because the Bacta had healed it. Hopping off the barstool she had climbed on to preform surgery on the Rhodian, Ziv turned to one of the bars former costumers who had not fled or had not ended up on the cantinas tables where the Tynnan had in the last hours smeared cooling herbal oinment on bruises, cleaned cuts, straightened broken bones, cut away by blasterbolts burned flesh and clipped the healthy woundedges to heal back together before bandaging with antiseptic bark-bandages, and eventually also treated injuries caused by the Cold Grenade that one of the Bounty Hunters had thrown into the Cantina when they had tried to get their hands on their target.

Now the Cantina was nothing but a field of battle- frozen patches of floor that steamed in the air, walls scorched black by blasterbolts, shattered furniture laying in splinters over the floor, the only light coming from the windows outside where the sunrise slowly creeped towards the starharbour and wrapping the buildings in a bright grey,pale coat of morninglight. Ziv eyed the slow sunrise, huffing under her breath tieredly: “Nature is a kriffing clichee.” The Cantina had been a big, round hall standing alone in the center of the starharbours townssquare so the nightly visitors and customers could wash around it and inside like waves. It also was the reason that when the first grenade had been thrown inside, the people had not been able to flee for the whole palce had been circled by the Bounty Hunters Group and the customers had been caged like mice in a trap. What had followed was something the Tynnan. who had been ironically pushed into safety behind the barcounter by bigger bodies that had tried to flee, was still busy to clean up as good as her skills as a Healer allowed. Two hours ago she had been sitting by the barcounter, enjoying her day off with a tea and the wild music filling her ears like a second heartbeat. Now it was quiet. Two hours ago she had just leaned over to the Twi'Lek sitting beside her, wanting to pull them with her on the dancefloor. Now she was so tiered that even walking was exhausting, was painful. Two hours ago the air had been full of laughter, the scent of different spices from the drinks and the people around her. Now there was only the scent of ozone from the balsterbolts that stitched into her keen nose so starkly it even drowned the scent of blood.

"Alright, "Kneeling on the ground Ziv grabbed a plastoid package out of her rucksack and without looking threw it over to one of the customers that had only had a few light cuts on their face and had helped the Tynnan in her work to take care of the injured the Bounty Hunters had left behind as if they were nothing but pieces of flesh instead of actual breathing, sentient beeings. Inside the plastoidpack were crumbled dried leafs that looked as black as fresh soil: "-you see this stuff here? Get yourself one of the kriffing cups, put the stuff inside, then grab a lighter, burn the stuff and put the cup next to this ones face so she breaths in the smoke. It will keep her painless and also hopefully knocked out-" Her small hindpaws claws clacked against the wooden floor of the Cantina as the Tynnan walked behind the barcounter and swiftly pulled off her plastoidgloves- she had already put a new pair of the gloves beside the sink and now she leaned forward and pushed her pale pink, almost colourless snout against the faucet to activate the water to pour out.

"-I mean even if she wouldn´t be knocked out, its not like she could go kriffing anywhere, but its better to keep her knocked out so she does not get any kriffing bad ideas like walking around because she is painless although this would mean popping kriffing stitches and in her case this would mean popping stitches and have all her inside spring out of her and on the floor which is nothing we want here because the kriffing poor cleaning personal already has enough to do here. Yeh, I know that was just a very kriffing disturbing image and I set it in your head totally not on kriffing accident because for one it shows you how important you doing that thing is and also because I am a kriffing asshole and like freaking you out, so go, get a cup and burn the herbs."

The Tynnan shot a wild grin at the other customer over the barcounter over which she could only barely look past, a grin that looked with her sharp teeth almost like a snarl: "If ther even is cleaning personal, or if those poor guys are even kriffing alive still."

Without looking she reached to the side, reaching for the soap and instead of having to lean to the side and grasp for the soap, her clawed fingers touched another hand. Ears jolted up as if she was a startled animal Ziv looked up, blinked,and then she only nodded tierdly and took the piece of soap from the Other who held it over for her to grasp easier without moving too far away from the sink.

"Well, thank you, pup. Is it enough that I say 'thank you' or do I need to fall on my kriffing knees before you, because honestly I am pretty sure if I try that myknees will just kriffing brittle and I will be stuck down there which is not exactly a position I aiming to end my life in. I mean, I sure would like that after around one hour of flirting and a few free drinks, but neither had there be kriffing flirting nor kriffing drinks, so nah. " Taking the piece of soap she nimbly started to soaping her paws and arms up to her elbows with the strange knowing movements who had worked on surgerys, before she washed off her paws and arms and pulled on gloves again. The plastoid-gloves were not made for Tynnan and had not only a finger too much that was now useless hanging on the side of her paw, but the material was now cutting in the sensetive webbing between her fingers like blades. Grimacing Ziv picked on the plastoid cutting into her webbing but eventually let it go and looked up to the other, one fluffy ear rosen and the colourless whiskers around her snout suddenly bristled attentive.

"...are you okay, pup? ", the young woman took a sniff in the air like a species with better eyesight would lean closer to have a better look at someone they just met. Her ears lay flat against her head and a worried frown drew a line between her furred eyebrows when she added with a tiered huff: "Sorry, I think I kind of lost track on how many guts I still need to sew shut and stuff back into bellys after the fifth kriffer. Are you uninjured? Do you need help, pup?"

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