#mark & lona

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Mark & Lona "The world's a playground" Kimura Takuya

redo of this set

#kimura takuya #mark & lona #my gifs #gif 3 is still my fucking kryptonite yall #also fun fact gif 5 nearly gave me an aneurism #it was a different color than all the other scenes??? #so it was real fun balancing that #anyway god #he's so handsome

[woundedheartwithin]

New Mark & Lona

#kimura takuya #he’s so handsome #UGH I LOVE mark and Lona shoots

[artforiasenibudayajepang]

10 Toko Fashion Mewah di Tokyo yang Menyediakan Berbagai Merek Terkenal dan Berkualitas

Berita Wisata Jepang - Jika Anda ingin membeli barang-barang mewah dari merek terkenal Anda bisa mengunjungi 10 toko fashion mewah di Tokyo ini.

#artforia #gucci #louis vuitton #tokyo #Mark & Lona #Shu Uemura Global Flagshi #Le Ciel Bleu #Bonaventura #Prada #Saint Laurent #Plan C #CHANEL

[okmcintyre]

“Josephine Lightbourne. Nice to meet you!" 👯

#the100rewatch2023, #the100rewatch

It's time to meet Josephine Prime (and visit Clarke's mindspace!). November marks our last full-month-schedule of the 2023 rewatch! It's been so much fun to see folks posting on Tumblr as you go. Reactions, edits, crack posts- we love it all! Also at the ready is our trusty Discord Server: full of different channels to chat about the show and handy reminders for when episodes/watchalongs air... thanks, as always, to the wonderful @fen-ha-fuck-you!)

DROP US A DM FOR THE DISCORD INFO TO JOIN IN! And keep tagging your posts here to spaz with the rest us as you watch!

HAPPY WATCHING FANDOM!!

@atheneans @sekretny @nightingalewithavoiceoflonging @astridandoddsandends @carrieeve @fen-ha-fuck-you @sometimesrosy @togetherkru @jeanie205 @kizo2703 @ninappon @bellamyblake @immortalpramheda @bellaarke @frazzled-bi @tempestaurora @johnmurphysass @brightblakes @peggysousfan @astridandoddsandends @pendragaryen @earthlords @summerchat @poppykru @raven-komskaikru @otp-armada @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @izloveshorses @geekyogicheese @isweartobreathe @natassakar @waldensblog @oswinian @itsamepigalet @bellamyschin @hazmatilda @somewhatsunshiny @howl-kom-whitelotuskru @delicatebluebirdruins @hikarielizabethbloom @lona-v-lona @the100rewatch

#the 100 #the100rewatch2023 #the100rewatch #season 6! this month is a roller coaster 🎢 #I'm so here to be screaming at my TV again #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #octavia blake #john murphy #raven reyes #hurricane josie #j!clarke #signal boosting!

[sunlightfeeling]

Mark & Lona

#did i never post this? #…hmm #kimura takuya #木村拓哉 #takuya kimura #scans #magazine #advertisement #advertising

[staroverthemoon]

Nadando contra la marea —

Crítica de Polar Blues (Azules polares), Antonio Leyva

Desireé Estrella

Polar Blues, Antonio Leyva - marzo de 2014-Medio: Acrílico en hoja de lona - 50x40cm

La transición turbulenta de un niño forzado a dar un salto a la adultez, antes de estar preparado. Pero, ¿alguna vez se está completamente preparado? Y si los días sólo tienen rayos efímeros de sol, ¿en dónde se busca el calor? Antonio Leyva reflexiona estas preguntas y presenta las emociones fluctuantes de su adolescencia en esta obra, mientras que a los demás nos toca buscar nuestro reflejo en ella.

“Every rise is a day.”, dice Antonio. Toda colina es un día.

Antonio trabajó en esta pintura varias madrugadas durante dos semanas, entre los meses de febrero y marzo de 2014; entre la preparación de su ingreso universitario, el aprendizaje de vivir solo a los 16 (con su familia en otro país) y las inquietudes cotidianas de la vida y la juventud. Mientras mantenía un exterior orgulloso y firme, su única manera de liberar estas emociones era a través del arte. Polar Blues representa, entonces, los días que comenzaban en la oscuridad del negro azabache, y los sentimientos oscilantes de azul, blanco y gris que se fundían en la duración del día.

El cuadro empezó como una gráfica a lapiz en la parte inferior; los picos negros indicaban lo oscuro que empezaban sus días (16 días en total), lo difícil que sería levantarse esa mañana y cómo esa oscuridad podría seguirle a lo largo del día. El azul del cuadro, su percepción de esos días, en los que recordaba cómo se sentía, pero que acababan desdibujándose en un océano de monotonía con pequeños destellos blancos o de azul claro de algo distinto a esa nebulosa sensación.

Entra al agua y encuéntrate a ti mismo, en estas oleadas de azul que empujan contra el negro profundo, rastros de toda persona. Detrás de las olas, vemos no sólo las luchas comunes de un niño hecho hombre forzadamente, sino la separación entre un niño y su familia, vemos una batalla contra la depresión, una lucha por mantener una apariencia falsa, la cual podría desmoronarse en cualquier momento. Durante este tiempo, Antonio dudaría una y otra vez de haber tomado la decisión correcta al mudarse al extranjero a una edad tan temprana, al alejarse tanto de lo que más conocía. 

¿Estamos todos trabajando hacia la nada? ¿Estamos todos nadando contra la marea como Sísifo haciendo rodar esa piedra colina arriba?

Si lo somos, la pregunta sería: ¿qué hemos hecho para merecer este castigo? ¿Cuándo dejará de parecer un castigo? 

"¿Todos los demás tienen estas preguntas, o soy sólo yo?" No hay forma de saberlo con certeza.

Inspirado en el expresionismo abstracto que se encuentra dentro de las obras de Mark Rothko, aprendiendo de su uso del color e influenciado por el protagonismo de los colores en la portada original de El Gran Gatsby (edición de 1925), realizada por Francis Cugat (Ojos Celestes, 1924), libro que estudiaba durante esos largos días, Antonio aprovechó la oportunidad de explorar su mente, permitiéndose el tiempo para meditar con sus emociones y sentimientos, buscando sus direcciones.

Permítete meditar tú también, dejando que las olas te bañen, te recuerden lo que sientes y se lleven con ellas los oscuros acantilados.

[queersrus]

Fire Emblem theme

a name list from fire emblem Three Houses specifically! including dlc characters.

made for a friend!

ash, ashe, ashen an, ann, anna, annette, al, alo, aloi, alois, ael, aelf, aelfri, aelfric, aby, abys, abyss, abysskeep, abysskeeper, ar, aru, arun, arund, arunde, arundel, ad, adra, adras, adrast, adrasti, adrastia, adrastian, ach, ache, acher, achero, acheron, ans, anse, ansel, anselm, anselma, aub, aubi, aubin,

by, byl, byle, byleth, ber, bern, berna, bernad, bernadette, bernadetta, bal, balthus, blake, black, bar, baro, baron, be, bee, bea, beast, bi, bia, bias, berna, bernha, bernhard, bly, blyd, blydd, blyde, blyddyd, blai, blaid, blaide, blade, blaidd, blaidde, blaiddy, blaiddyd, bladed,

caspar, casper, cas, cass, clawd, claud, claude, cath, cathe, cather, catheri, catherin, catherine, cy, cyr, cyri, cyril, cyrill, con, cons, const, constan, constance, constanz, constanza, cor, corn, corne, cornel, corneli, cornelia, chi, chil, chilo, chilon, chav, chave, chavel, chaveli, chavelie, chavelier, chava, chaval, chavalie, chavalier, cheva, chev, cheval, chevali, chevalie, chevalier, char, charo, charon, chri, chris, christ, christo, christoph, chrisophe, christopho, christophon, christophone, cou, coun, count, claudi, claudie, claudia, ceth, cethl, cethle, cethlea, cethlean, cethleen, cethleann, ci, cic, cice, cich, cicho, cichol,

deer, dear, doro, dorothy, dorathy, dorothee, dorothea, dim, dimi, dimitry, dimitri, dedue, duk, duke, dom, domi, domin, domini, dominic, dominik, dominique, dea, dae, dee, death, daph, daphn, daphne, daphnel, der, deri, derik, derek, derick, derrick

eagle, edel, edelgard, em, emp, empo, empor, empe, emper, empero, emperor, er, erwi, erwin, ed, edd, edmun, edmund,

fer, ferd, ferdi, ferdinand, feli, felix, flay, flayn, fle, flech, fleche, fae, faer, faergh, faerghus, fla, flame, fo, fod, fodl, fodle, fodla, fodlan, fral, frald, fralda, fraldar, fraldari, fraldarius,

gil, gilbert, gate, gatekeep, gatekeeper, ger, gerth, gwen, gwend, gwenda, gwendal, gar, gare, gareg, garr, garre, garreg, gaj, gajas, gajus, gau, gaut, gauti, gautie, gautier, glau, glauc, glauce, glauces, glaucest, glaucester, glou, glouc, glouce, glouces, gloucest, gloucester, gon, gone, goner, goneril, greg, grego, gregoi, gregoir, gregoire, gun, guna, gunar, gunn, gunna, gunnar, glen, glenn, godfr, godre, godfre, godfrey,

hu, hubert, hi, hil, hild, hilde, hilda, han, hanne, hanneman, hapi, hol, hols, holst,

in, ingri, ingrid, igni, igna, ignat, ignite, ignatz, io, ion, ionu, ionus, ioni, ioniu, ionius, iri, iris, ind, inde, indech,

jer, jeri, jerit, jeritz, jeritza, jera, jeral, jeralt, jud, jude, judi, judo, judie, judy, judith,

kni, knigh, knight, ko, kos, kost, kosta, kostas, kro, kron, krony, kronya, klau, klaus, klause, ky, kyph, kyphe, kypho, kyphon, kyphone, klie. klei, kleim, kleima, kleiman,

lion, leon, liona, liono, leona, leono, leonie, lin, linhardt, lor, lore, loren, lorence, lorenz, lorenzo, lorenza, ly, lys, lysi, lysith, lysithe, lysithea lu, lud, ludwi, ludwig, lad, ladi, lady, ladis, ladisa, ladisal, ladisalv, ladisalve, ladisalva, ladisla, ladislav, ladislave, ladislava, lon, lona, lonat, lonato, lei. leic, leice, leices, leicest, leiceste, leicester, luc, luca, lam, lami, lamin, lamine, leo, leop, leopo, leopol, leopold, lyc, lyce, lyca, lycao, lycaon, lamb, lambe, lamber, lambert, loog,

mer, merc, merca, mercade, mercades, merce, mercede, mercedes, mar, mari, maria, marian, mariann, marianne, marianna, man, manu, manue, manuel, manuela, mon, moni, monic, monica, monika, monique, moniqua, met, meto, metody, metodey, mi, mik, mike, mika, mikla, miklan, my, mys, myso, myson, marc, marce, marcel, marcell, marcelle, marcela, marcella, mau, maur, mauri, maurice, marc, mark, marque, marqui, marquis, marquise, mat, matt, matth, math, matthi, matthia, matthias, may, maya, marg, margre, margra, margrav, margrave, mac, mack, mach, macu, macui, macuil,

nad, nade, nader, nem, neme, nemes, nemesi, nemesis, noa, noah,

och, oche, ochs, od, ode, odes, odess, odesse, os, oz, oswa, oswal, oswald, or, ord, orde, ordel, ordeli, ordelia,

petra, pal, pall, palla, pallad, pallar, pallard, pallardo, pit, pitt, pitta, pita, pittac, pittacu, pittacus, pan, pat, patr, patre, patri, patrice, patrici, patricia,

raph, raf, rapha, raphae, raphael, ran, rand, rando, randol, randolph, rod, rodr, rodre, rodri, rodrig, rodrigo, rodriga, rodrigue, rodriguez, rhe, rhea, rie, rieg, riega, riegan, ru, rufus, ro, row, rowe,

seiros, ser, seir, seiro, sy, syl, sylv, sylve, sylva, sylvai, sylvain, set, seto, setos, sete, seteth, sham, shami, shami, so, soth, sothi, sothis, solo, solos, solon, si, sim, simo, simon, simone, sit, sitr, sitre, sitri,

tom, tomas, thomas, thal, thala, thalas, thale, thales, ti, tia, tian, tiann, tianne, tiane, tiana, tianna tim, timo, timoth, timothy, timothee, timothie, timothea, timothia, timotheo, timotheos,

um, umb, umra, umbral,

ves, vest, vestr, vestre, vestra, vi, vis, visc, visco, viscou, viscoun, viscount,

wolf, wolfe, wolve, wil, wilh, wilhe, wilhel, wilhelm, wal, wald, walde, waldem, waldema, waldemar,

yu, yuri,

zol, zoltan,

list

#fire emblem names #fire emblem three houses #fe three houses #fe character names #character names #names from characters #name searching #names #name blog #name list #name finder #name help #name hoarder #listing names #list of names #baby names #nicknames #first names #middle names #fantasy names #old names #old english names #english names #slavic names #queersrus

[alizachan]

I'm so curious about all your muses tbh

C & X for... Onia, Lona and Runi :D

Ahhh the Tainted hearts tiro welp here we go C is for Crying (How you/they react to the other crying)

Runi: even though he is chilled 24/7 he doesn’t like seeing you cry, but he isn’t the best at comfort so the best he can do is hug you at least

Onia: boiiiii if you think runi doesn’t like it when you cry ahaha well- Onia hates seeing you cry, she try to comfort you the best as she can and ask who made you cry,

manly so that she can kill them later-

Lona: same with runi, but she hugged you and run her fingers though your hair and hum a bit to calm you down,

X is for X-Ray (what they hate and how they show it) Runi: Anything that can be heat up by fire. He backs off and he has his rare death glare and a look of disgust poor boy has been burned due to his mom

Onia:phew….welp here we go, criminals. Just criminals in general unless they were willing to change then she won’t hate them, but how she shows it is by having a look of pure hated

Lona: anyone touching her neck for…..reasons.. she has a belt around but if you at once saw the bite mark she has…well I don’t need to explain what happened to her. But she will back up a lot and ask you to refrain from touching the belt or her neck in general. Unless she’s trust you a LOT that you won’t hurt her like her dad did

#ok I think I make them too traumatize;w;

[kawaiibreadbeliever]

Julie (My OC)

Meet Julie. She is a Kirby Teenager who is Puffy and Baby Puffy's older cousin.

Age: 13 years old.

Heroes of Freedom, Baby Kirby & Friends, The Cutest Ghosts, Mark & Laura, My Baby Boo, Go! Go! Charlie Baby Car, Slimes, Tamagotchi Babies, Pew the Moei, Ask Bel and Lona, Little Baby Heart, Dragon Quest Heroes: Gootrude, Digimon Babies, Shroomy and Robo, Pluto the Fluffy Monster, The Ninja Blobs, Chibi's Clues, Billy's School Days , The Lucas Show, Flowey Toons, Booby-Doo!, Anna the Explorer, Kung Fu Bomb, The Adventures of Ginkin, Explore the Reef with Bubbles, Big Kids Brasil, Receitas da Cooking Mama and ForestLand franchises are created by AndersonLopess781 (Me) .

Characters: © Nintendo / SEGA / HAL Laboratory, Inc. / Tapps Tecnologia de Informação LTDA. / Moonbug Entertainment Ltd. / Walter Lantz Productions / Universal Studios / Animation Cafe / VTech / Kuku Studios / Netflix / PunkRobot Studio / CPT Holdings, Inc. / Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. / Viacom International, Inc. / Zeptolab UK Limited / Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc. / Disney / MSP - Brazil / TOSE / Team Meat / Turner Entertainment Co. / Mattel / Tetris Holding. / Cake Entertainment, Inc. / TeamTO / TUBAn / Sony Pictures Animation / Iconix Entertainment / SK Broadband / EBS / Vodka Capital / 737 SHAKER / Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios, Inc. / United Artists / DreamWorks Animation LLC / Big Idea Productions, LLC / Amblin Entertainment, Inc. / Shonen Jump / Peyo / Nelvana / Village Roadshow Pictures / Outfit7 Limited. / Amuse Animation / Cartoon Network. A Warner Bros. Discovery Company. / The Pyros Group / Paws, Inc. / Vector Unit / Fantawild Animation, Inc. / Le Vision Pictures / Toei Animation Co., Ltd. / Sunsoft / Success / 20th Century Studios / Gracie Films / King Features Syndicate / Project First / Happy Madison Productions / Spin Master Entertainment / Man of Action Entertainment / FunnyFlux Entertainment / Qianqi Animation / Marvel / RoiVisual / Hyundai Motors / Benex Ivestment / PIP Animation Services / WNET New York / Title Entertainment / Warner Animation Group / SpringHill Entertainment / Proximity Media / Rovio Entertainment / DC Comics / WWE Studios / Gébéka Films / Les Armateurs / Jet Media / Armada / Hasbro / Rendered Ideas Software PVT Ltd. / Square Enix / Toby Fox / 8-4 / Innersloth / Konami Digital Entertainment / Pokémon. / Creatures Inc. / GAME FREAK inc. / SHIGESATO ITOI / APE inc. / INTELLIGENT SYSTEMS / CAPCOM CO., LTD. / MONOLITHSOFT / CAPCOM U.S.A., INC. / ATLUS / Microsoft / SNK CORPORATION. / Mojang AB / Ubisoft / Activision / Rare Ltd. / Taito / ZUN / Team Shangai Alice / WayForward Technologies, Inc. / KIKIYAMA / 13AM Games / Midway Games / Epic Games / The Funkin' Crew Inc. / Little Airplane Productions, Inc. / Monomi Park / SAM Productions / Holiday Hill Enterprises, Inc. / Kidtoon Films / Lionsgate / Hit Entertainment / OLM, Inc / The Pinkfong Company / Sony Interactive Entertainment / Takapy Pictures / Golfarma / Governo da Bahia / Sesame Workshop / Scholastic Entertainment / GalaxyTrail / The Lego Group / Humongous Entertainment / Disney/Pixar / jacknjellify / Schulz Studio / Sanrio / Studio MDHR / Fresh TV, Inc / Wexworks Media / 9 Story Media Group / Ember Lab / The Jim Henson Company / Wildbrain Studios / Frederator Studios / Omation / DNA Productions / Aardman Animations Limited / Illumination Entertainment / Zag Heroez / Gloob / Entertainment One / Astley Baker Davies, Inc / Teletoon / Clockwork Zoo / SuperToons / UP! Content co. / Lucasfilm, Ltd. / Milky Cartoon / Callaway Arts & Entertainment / AbsoluteDigital Pictures / Translux / Felix the Cat Productions / TV Pinguim / Chorion / Renegade Animation / Kiloo Games / SYBO Games / Editora Luz e Vida / Soyuzmultfilm / American Greetings / Adult Swim / One Animation Pte Ltd / Hot Drop Films / WonderWorld Studios / DigiArt Productions / Arc Productions / CJ Entertainment / Nest Family Entertainment / Devsisters Corporation / KIGLE Corp / Invisible Universe / Team Asobi / Geethanjali Kids / Televisión Española / ICEC / Creative Europe Media. All Rights Reserved.

#deviantart

[wpdariacutnes]

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Reen: * he makes more tea and found some stone/gem* so shorpi . . .

Lona: * take so rude a hand hold it* not your too jonger been a reddy huntish

Reen: o yeah how you been bullshit and care a self a one's?

Lona: * more look a bit move head a left side like huh but not it. . . Like no das look poisen* been a had knows it

Reen: toking you none pary it but more push pages *brake a notext*

Lona: im role it *poke face "im here"*

💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦

Colonel: * look a reen and lona so wona omost dead insaide* did you fanely stop rage chader

Reen: you ask for? For rezan why from enter wona

Lona: * look a colonel wery disapointer but more boring a limit hit her* . . .

Colonel: * das look it both*

Cina: * das woking here plase never heppend a showing choing in side on face (eat a 🐁 and woking like dys first time) * well here go again

Lona: 💢 o yeah and hev you been a long?

Cina: take self a infecter on eat staws like smole Mouse because more gum gummy get a chuing

Lona: * in side "sigh"* fine whatever

Cina: are you so fiki now hev bro?

Colonel: what a mean

Cina: you hit both girl a been evirt a you grund

Colonel: *wery med now but fact someone how* IM NOT HE MAMY face guy *cofing*

Cina: * look hem like dont get it* okey

🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊🐑🍊

Lona and reen: * wery look a get battle now a chader a wirdo cat angry sund?

Cina: here go dys heppend a hand so chonest took buff

Colonel: stop say a sonper it im didn't

Cina: ploblem voice is high and get so soda mode mean a let it get's *fact whit say a voice is bitchi like frod so yeah*

Colonel: why so mean

Cina: what I not mean i das say soft a get off self a terestush

Colonel: me mood it fine

Cina: fine a fine and rope a get a hell zonest

Colonel: . . .

Cina: . . . * look a sky*

Colonel: * look a slow been hide cina*

Cina: im filing dys * knows it*

Colonel: * stay stell* sorry?

Cina: * look a back hem a frund now* . . . Relly? You a solter day a wona what * scratching a rock a makes Marks is a hem here*

Colonel: EXUSE ME

Cina: * hiss ride in face colonel* get me retcher

💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦💿💦

Offical note: 01.02.2024.r

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#applelili_megaman_ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Mark & Lona “The world’s a playground” Kimura Takuya

#kimura takuya #mark & lona #my gifs #handsome sonuvabitch #his side profileeeeeeee

[woundedheartwithin]

#kimura takuya #my gifs #from the mark & lona bts video on yt #jump scared by a video of himself driving in designer clothes at Top Golf

[fantastical-affairs]

Chasing Shadows - Part 2

Evangeline has protected Lona ever since their parents passed away. When Lona is kidnapped by a shadow in the dead of night, Evangeline sets off to find her, despite knowing her journey will take her past the Border, where no human has walked in centuries. Finding aid in unlikely places, she and her companions must unravel the truth of Artera's long-forgotten past and how it connects to Lona's kidnapping.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

I do not consent for my work to be copied, reposted or plagiarised. All parts of the work belong to me, the author.

Callan chortled as he watched his granddad attempt to shuffle forward on his knees to reach the jar in front of him. Jars lay cluttered around him while plants hung from the ceiling. Callan put down the mortar and pestle he'd been using, huffing as he rose and trotted over to nudge the jar into his granddad’s reach with his hoof and shuffle some of the cluttered jars out of the way.

“Don't you steal my jars now,” said his granddad, chuckling.

“Well, I'm done grinding the herbs you told me to. I need to put them somewhere,” he replied.

His granddad snorted, muttering something about young foals stealing his things, to which Callan just shook his head.

He placed the jars down where he sat. Leaning on his back legs and stretching his front legs and upper body forward. He clasped his hands together and stretched until he felt a click, before returning to a stand.

“That sounded satisfying,” noted his granddad.

“Felt good too after all the hours I spent on this floor grinding and labelling medicine for you.”

His granddad laughed, “How do you think I feel? Day after day in this hut with only my grandson to help me when he's bored.”

His granddad hunched over, groaning exaggeratedly. Callan rolled his eyes as he sat back down, briefly rubbing at the stain he’d gotten on his arm before scooping the ground herbs into jars. Stains were harder to see on his black skin, though like the coat of his bottom half, his skin had lighter, speckled patches, making stains and marks more visible in certain places.

“I would be here more often, but you know how Dad gets. He wants me with him to ‘learn the ways of the clan’,” said Callan, flexing his skinny arms and deepening his voice to mimic his dad. He chuckled sheepishly when he caught his granddad staring worriedly at him.

“It’s nice, spending time with you, away from all that. I feel… useful.”

“And you don’t feel useful learning with your dad?” Callan paused, avoiding eye contact while continuing his task. His grandad sighed. “Callan, you don’t have to follow your dad’s path if you don’t want to. You could become the clan’s draoidh one day, take care of our sick, commune with the Great Winds and other spirits that guide us. I’ve yet to take an apprentice.”

It was Callan’s turn to sigh as he began adding lids to the jars he’d filled. “No, I do want to, it’s just… hard sometimes.” He forced a cheery voice, “Plus, you’ve already chosen Fraser’s daughter as your apprentice. I heard she was quite excited about it.”

“So am I,” said his grandad. He then rose from his seat, and grabbed a few newly filled jars, placing them delicately onto the wall of shelves. Scanning the shelves, he grabbed a wooden box and pulled out a cloth parcel from it, already containing pre-portioned herbs inside. “Speaking of Arabel, she’s come down with a head cold. Could you give this to her?”

“Does she need it right away?” Callan asked.

“No, it’s nothing serious. I just thought she’d want something to make her feel less like she’d been kicked in the head.” Callan chuckled, remembering how miserable he felt the last time he had a head cold. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw his granddad above him, a small smile on his face. “But you can do it later if you want, I always enjoy the company.”

Callan smiled, shaking his head. “I should get it to her as soon as I can, and dad is probably wondering where I’ve gotten off to.” Getting up, he gave his granddad a tight hug, before taking the parcel from him.

“The medicine is taken as a tea twice a day. Steep a pinch of it for a few minutes in hot water. Not boiling! The medicine should last three days at most. Got it?”

“I got it!” he called on his was out.

Delivering the medicine to Arabel had gone relatively smoothly. Like most gaoithe his age, she was still living with her parents until there was a need to have her own hut. Her father, a built gaoithe with chestnut skin and coat, had been outside carving some spearheads from bone when Callan found him. It was as simple as leaving him the parcel with the instructions his granddad gave him and then making himself scarce. Callan was at least glad he wasn’t the only one who found the gruff chestnut gaoithe intimidating.

He made his way idly past the stone huts and empty animal pens. At least the goats weren’t back yet, so it wasn’t that late in the day. Many people were milling around, going about their daily business of cleaning, cooking, going off to wash their laundry in the nearby river. As he walked past, he felt a few stares bore into his back and neck, which he tried to shake off.

As he was observing a fellmonger tanning a goat hide, he felt someone crash into him, knocking him to the ground. Wincing at the pain on his elbow and side, he rose and brushed himself off. Twisting his elbow, he hissed at the fresh graze.

Glancing up at the person who’d hit him, finding a grey-speckled gaoithe, about his age. “Watch where you’re going next time.”

“Hello Ellar. Last I checked it was you who bumped into me,” Callan said, frowning. To many members of their clan, Ellar was the perfect example of what being a gaoithe meant. He was tall, strong, brave, and exceptionally arrogant. Couldn’t find fault in himself if it announced itself and slapped him in the face.

Behind him, some of Ellar’s friends were already circling. Already predicting a fight, Callan sighed, dusting himself off and moving to walk away.

“Maybe don’t stand in my way then.”

Callan paused, gritting his teeth. Another deep breath. “Then maybe don’t gallop in village. Someone could get hurt.”

“I wasn’t going that fast,” Ellar said, unconcerned. His friends nodded in agreement, and Callan could already see a few eyes on their group.

“You were going fast enough to knock me over.”

“Exactly. You’re so scrawny a breeze could knock you over. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle a little nudge.” His friends laughed at that, one of them eyeing Callan up. It was a well-known fact that among his age group, Callan was the smallest and weakest. He was never able to build muscle like the others could, nor could he keep up with them while galloping. People never hesitated to make sure he knew the many ways he fell short.

“And if you’d hit a foal? If they got injured, that would be on you,” Callan said, trying to manoeuvre through Ellar’s gang.

“Are you calling me reckless?” said Ellar, anger lacing his tone.

“You said it, not me,” Callan said tiredly, without meaning to. He regretted it instantly, when he felt several hands grab his shoulder, pulling him back into the circle. In the centre stood Ellar, tense and angry.

Slowly, Ellar stalked closer to Callan as he spoke, “You think you can just tell us what to do because of your dad, don’t you? No. You have to earn that right. So why not right here? Right now?”

Backing up as far as he could, he said, “Fighting won’t prove anything, can we just—”

Just then Ellar swung at him, catching him in his stomach. Doubling over in pain, he barely had time to recover before he was violently shoved by his side. Catching himself from falling over, he quickly figured out that Ellar was trying to get him on the ground. Make him an easier target. Turning to face Ellar head on, he glanced around to see Ellar’s friends had formed a bigger circle. Though there were few of them, a crowd had gathered as soon as the fight started, blocking off his means of escape.

Typical.

Breath heavy and with no other option, he held up his fists, waiting for Ellar to charge. He did, and Callan dodged to the side, watching as Ellar ran into one of his friends, having gone too fast to allow any correction should his target move. Without waiting for him to recover, he knocked Ellar to the ground, the crowd stepping back to make room.

Callan paused, wheezing. He was unsure of what to do next, Ellar hadn’t surrendered, likely wouldn’t, but kicking at him could cause serious harm, and he didn’t want to be responsible for that, no matter how cruel Ellar could be. And just knocking him to the ground wouldn’t do much except anger him.

Taking his pause as weakness, Ellar grabbed him by his front legs, yanking him to the ground alongside him. Callan coughed as he hit the ground, breath rasping as he felt Ellar yank at his hair and arms. Within an instant Ellar managed to push himself on top of him, putting his full weight on him.

Struggling to breath already, the weight of Ellar on him made it near impossible. With desperation, he began scratching and kicking at Ellar to shove him off. Ellar, unaware of this, kept pummelling at him, taunting him loud enough for the crowd to hear.

Just as spots began to cloud his vision, he heard the crowd break out into whispers. Immediately Ellar was off him, allowing him to gulp in a breath of air around his coughing fit. Pushing himself upright to ease his coughs, he saw a shadow cast over him and felt two hands on his arms, pulling him upright.

“Callan are you okay?” came the alarmed voice of his dad. He felt his hands on his face and saw his dad’s eyes glancing worriedly over him.

Unable to answer through his coughing, he simply nodded. His dad’s jaw went tense as he turned to address the crowd. “What happened?”

The crowd was silent, the circle still in shape despite Ellar’s friends having melted into the crowd. There Ellar stood, not far from Callan, huffing and dishevelled. Callan’s dad stared at Ellar expectantly, though Ellar had no courage to meet his gaze.

Finally, he spoke, “I was galloping through the village when I collided with Callan. We got into an argument and a fight started. It wasn’t my intention to cause a ruckus, Chief Fergus. I’m sorry.”

“A ruckus?” his dad said in a low, furious voice. “You call nearly suffocating my son a—”

“Dad, it’s fine. Just leave it,” he managed to get through his coughs. His dad’s furious expression dropped as he turned to him. Callan stared back at his dad pleadingly, already hearing the whispers of the crowd and feeling their burning stares. Behind his dad, Ellar was giving him a poisonous expression.

It was all too much.

“Please, let’s just get home,” he said. His dad sighed, but nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder as he led him through the crowd and to their family’s hut.

His family’s hut was like any other in the village, built from stones collected and cut from the moors, a thatched roof, a few windows and a chimney hole to let out the smoke from the firepit. In the doorway hung an embroidered tapestry made by Callan’s ma to give his family some privacy. During winters the windows and doorway had a thick wooden shutter to keep out the cold.

Pulling back the tapestry, he saw his ma fletching some arrows by the fireplace, a pot of something cooking over it. Though anyone could simply get arrows from Fraser should they need them, his ma liked fletching her own arrows with the feathers she got from her hunts. She looked regal in the firelight, black with speckled patches like him, though her coat and complexion were slightly lighter than his. His dark colour he got from his dad, who was near pitch black.

Hearing someone walk in, she glanced up, smiling when she saw him. Upon seeing his expression however, her smile dropped. Unwilling to answer, he settled next to the fire to dish up some food, promptly moving away from it once he was done. The hot summer nights made sitting right next to the fire unbearable.

Eating his stew as his parents quietly conversed, he was pleased to find it tasted distinctly of garlic, something that would ease the pain in his throat. His coughs had subsided by then, though it still felt raspy when he breathed.

“Callan,” his ma called. He turned to her and noticed she’d put water to boil in a pot next to the stew pot on the fire. In her hand she held a clay cup which she was spooning honey into. Handing it to him, he saw there was chamomile and mint left to steep in the cup.

“Thank you, Ma,” he said gratefully, taking a deep sniff of the tea. It smelled refreshing, and sweet, just how he liked it. As he drank, he felt his ma’s gaze on him, knowing she was giving him her signature imploring look when she knew something was wrong.

She sighed when he stubbornly refused to meet her gaze. “Callan, my love, what happened earlier?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

It was his dad’s turn to sigh. “We know it was Ellar who started the fight. My question is why?”

Knowing his parents wouldn’t let this go. “He felt I was using my position as your son and future chief to scold him for doing something dangerous.”

“Were you?” his dad asked, already knowing the answer.

“No, I wasn’t.” Callan sighed, setting down his empty cup harshly. “Though I don’t see how it matters either way. Everyone already thinks I throw my weight around just by being your son.”

“Who?” his ma asked, setting down her own teacup down. The stare she gave was murderous to put it lightly. His dad lay a hand on her shoulder, she glanced at him, visibly calming before picking up her cup again.

Callan stuttered. “Just, everyone ma. Nobody in our clan takes me seriously. In their eyes I haven’t earned my right to be chief one day.”

“Then you can work harder to prove that you have earned it. Every chief had to earn their position in the eyes of our clan. Even me,” his dad said.

“Our situations aren’t the same dad.”

“You’re right, they aren’t. But you can still try to be a better chief in the ways you are able. You don’t have to be the strongest or tallest to prove anything.”

Callan chuckled bitterly.

“I’m not going to lie to you. You’ve been spending a lot of time with your granddad, and I’m happy that you are. But it’s always to avoid your lessons with me. You need to learn how to be chief one day. Your ma and I won’t always be here to help you, we just want to prepare you as much as we can,” his dad said, one hand holding his ma’s hand and the other grabbing his. Callan teared up a little, feeling the comforting squeeze of his dad’s hand around his own.

“You don’t understand, it doesn’t matter if I try and be a chief in the ways that I am able. It will never be good enough; I will never be good enough. Everyone in the clan already knows this. Since I was small it’s all anyone has ever said about me. I tried working hard, but it wasn’t enough.”

He was crying then, pulling his hand from his dad’s to hold his face. He hated other’s seeing him cry. “What’s the point in trying if no matter how hard I work, I’ll always be too weak. Today just makes it look worse.”

“Why would the fight make you look bad? If anything, Ellar’s the one who should look bad. He certainly won’t be getting away with what he did today,” his dad said.

“Because I couldn’t hold my own in the fight, I even had one of my coughing fits again and then you had to bail me out.”

“I would’ve stopped that fight regardless of whether you were my son or not. We don’t tolerate infighting in this clan.”

“But in their eyes, it’s different with me. It’s just another reason why a sick little foal shouldn’t be chief one day. Too weak to manage by himself.”

“Now you listen to me Callan,” his ma said firmly, grasping hold of both his hands. “You aren’t sick or weak Callan. You have so much you could offer this clan one day. You just need to show everyone that.”

Callan sighed defeatedly, curling his fingers around hers as she drew patterns on his skin. “Face it Ma, everything has been against me since the moment I was born. I was born with black throat, somehow survive only to be the weakest gaoithe this clan has ever seen. On top of that I just so happen to be born a chief’s son.”

His mother paused, her hands falling from his onto her lap. Unable to meet her gaze, he looked down at his own lap. He hated bringing up the circumstances of his birth, especially to his ma. He’d been born with black throat, a deadly disease that targeted pregnant gaoithe and their foals. If it didn’t kill the foal before birth, it would strip them of any strength they had after birth. Causing them to succumb to even the most preventable of diseases, succumbing in a matter of hours. Very few foals survived, and those who did never recovered from that weakness.

Tragedy rarely happens alone. Not only would the disease take a foal from their parent, but it stripped the parent of any ability to conceive again. Leaving his clan with him as the sole heir to the chieftaincy.

“Who would have faith in someone like that,” he said tearily.

What followed was silence as Callan refused to look at or speak to his parents after that confession. He’d never spoken those words before, too scared of what his parents might think, too scared that when he finally did say them, they’d realise it was true.

Finally, he looked up at his parents and was struck by his ma’s eyes. They were glassy and overflowing with guilt. He’d never seen such an expression on her face before. “I’m so sorry Callan,” his ma said brokenly. Glancing at his dad, he found him looking similarly guilt stricken and worried.

Before his parents could say anything more, he rose, grabbing his satchel and stuffing it with the usual things, food, his knife, a fire striker and other basics. “I’m going out for a bit. I need to clear my heard,” he said, yanking his cloak from the hook on the wall.

“I—be safe. Don’t stay out too late,” his dad said.

He nodded, pulling his cloak over him, and heading out of the village and onto the moors.

Night had almost fallen by the time Callan reached his destination, bringing a pleasant chill with it. Though the journey could’ve been quicker, he’d decided to travel at his own pace, especially after his coughing fit earlier. Plus, it was safer to do what he was doing under the cover of dark. Before him was a large hill, littered with gorse bushes creating a dense thicket across the hillside. Among them grew the tall stalks of rosebay.

Callan searched along the outside of the thicket, eventually finding a small hole in the gorse. He crouched on his knees and shimmied through, coming up on the inside. The inside of the thicket was almost completely hollow. Thick bushes created the outer border of the thicket, while some grew inside to provide overhead cover, but the inside was bare of any growth, allowing Callan to move around the entirety of the thicket completely hidden.

The ground under him was worn smooth, allowing him to shimmy on his knees up the hill inside the thicket. Going over the crest of the hill to the other side, he settled at the very edge of the thicket. There he spied the hole he and his grandad had made, made at eye level and small enough to still cover them, but still allow them to see through. In front of him, lay a wall of stones marking the end of the moors and the start of the humans’ land, and beyond that a town and fortress, bustling with people.

His parents would have his hide if they ever found out where he’d been going off to. They’d have his granddad’s hide as well if they knew he’d been bringing Callan here since he was a foal. He remembered the first few times his granddad took him there, sitting him down and letting him watch humans up close. He’d never even seen a human before. And their language was so strange. Even stranger was when his granddad started speaking it to him. Apparently, he’d been coming to observe humans since he was young, and after a time managed to pick up on their language.

As time went on, coming to that spot and observing humans became their thing, something to take Callan’s mind off anything that would bother him. Eventually he became as fluent in Arteran as his granddad was. Sadly, the past few trips Callan had made alone. His granddad was too old to make the journey, though still asked after the happenings of the town.

Callan’s ears flicked forward as he caught snippets of conversation. Questions about someone’s day, the idle chatter as people packed up their shops. It used to boggle Callan’s mind that people living within the same town had to trade each other for goods. Within clans, everyone worked together to provide for each other, and trading only happened between clans.

Callan passed the time listening and watching the townspeople, sometimes having silly conversations with himself in Arteran to practice. Eventually, it was time for the evening patrol. It was almost completely dark, and guards filed out of the fortress holding bright torches in one hand and spears in their other. Splitting into groups, they began their walk along the stone border.

As one group neared his thicket, he ducked away from the hole, staying completely still. As usual, they stopped just shy of the thicket, muttering as they held up their torches to glance inside.

“We should report this thicket to the Captain, it’s getting far too large,” one guard said.

“It’ll be time for another burning soon, I’d say,” another replied. The rest of the guards all hummed in agreement before they moved on with their patrol.

Once Callan was sure they’d moved far enough, he relaxed. Sitting there for a time, he let his heart finally settle before realising what the guards were talking about.

Every few years, the humans set fire to the brush on the other side of their border. With the conflicts that often happened between human and gaoithe, Callan didn’t doubt the controlled burning was done intentionally so they had a clearer line of sight for any oncoming attacks. A side effect of this was that the fire often spread far into the moors, sometimes becoming a threat to nearby clans.

Callan sighed, knowing he’d have hold off these trips until the summer was well over, as humans only set the fires during the summer when the grass was its driest. At least it was likely the thicket would grow back, it always did.

Deciding that it was time to head home, Callan glanced around to see if there were any guards nearby. Seeing that they’d all moved on, he began shimmying his way out of the thicket, back the way he came.

As he excited the thicket, he heard a faint sound, quickly getting louder and louder. As he listened, he swore it sounded like high-pitched screaming, someone crying for help. As it got closer, Callan heard the steady beat upon the ground, like a great heavy animal were approaching. Callan made his way around the thicket, unconcerned about the guards as they, now able to hear the screaming too, were running about in a frenzy to prepare for the approaching entity.

As he and the guards waited with bated breath, a huge figure shot out of the undergrowth. What came out expertly skirted the edge of the torch light, but Callan was still able to catch sight of it. It was a large beast, four legged and stream-lined, made for speed. In its jaws it held a screaming a child, begging for help.

A few guards rushed forward, spears in hand, but couldn’t get close without it dodging out of the way or putting the child in the path of the spears. When the guards hesitated, it shot forward, heading towards the border. If it got past, the guards wouldn’t go after it, and the child would be lost.

It was gaining, rushing unwittingly towards Callan. Seeing no other option, he broke from the thicket, jumping clear over the wall of stones, galloping to meet it head-on. When he reached the creature he reared, forcing it to back up several paces. The guards were behind it, spears at the ready, as Callan worked to corral the beast into their waiting trap. Seeing it was outnumbered, its grip in the child slackened slightly. Seeing an opening Callan grabbed one of the child’s hands, his other hand grabbed its jaw, trying to pry the child out.

In retaliation, the creature clamped its jaw tighter pulling a pained cry from the child. Callan flinched, letting them go, giving the beast an opportunity to shove past him. He watched as it ran like mad, over the wall, across the stream, into the woods and out of sight. The still screaming child the only sign it was ever there.

He barely had time feel sorrow for the poor child before the guards were on him. Quickly he was surrounded, being prodded left and right by sharp spears. More guards appeared, throwing nets over him. Unbalanced and scared, he couldn’t do much as they forced him on his side, spearing at him any time he struggled.

He tried pleading at them, begging them to let him go. He truly meant no harm; he’d just wanted to help. It fell on deaf ears, and only seemed to make them angrier as they saw fit to knock him over the head with the butt of a spear.

Tying his hands and hooves, they dragged him across the ground. Peaking through the holes in the net, he saw they were taking him towards the looming stone fortress at the far end of the town.

Reaching the fortress, they dragged him to one of the buildings within the walls of it, one with iron bars over the windows. They stripped him of the net and all his belongings, his cloak and satchel. Switching his rope binds for metal shackles, they shoved him into one of the cells, locking him to the floor by his manacles. Finally, they brought out a muzzle, which despite his continued struggling, they forced over his face, securing it in place. Dropping his things by the door on the way out, the door shut with a heavy bang.

Callan began sobbing, he wondered how long the humans would bother keeping him alive, what they would do to him in the meantime. And as he sat there bruised and alone in a cold cell, he wished he’d never left home.

And that ends the second chapter of Chasing Shadows. This is a project I've been working on for several years, and have finally plucked up the courage to post it online. Hope y'all enjoy!

#fantasy #found family #sisters #creative writing #my original writing #long form storytelling #adventure #nonhuman ocs #scottish gaelic

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for MARK & LONA

#매장사진 #서울인테리어사진 #서울매장사진 #인테리어사진 #광고사진 #브랜드사진 #브랜드광고

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Aderyn of the Fells

A druid from a small village nestled in the Fells along the borderlands with Hydris, Aderyn lost her parents to wolves when she was a baby. All that she has to remember them by is her mixed ancestry - half Kwaychan elf, and half Fellish. She's not sure who was which, but she doesn't let it get her down.

After all, she has still family that love her. Like her girlfriend Lona and Aderyn's surrogate grandpa - a great tree spirit named Hynafgwr Onnen, the same who rescued her as a baby.

Like all Fellish, she wears tattoos that imitate the markings of the Green spirits that flourish in the Fells. But its her unmatched skill with potion and bow that make her stand out from her fellow villagers.

It seems she has everything she would want in her quiet village.

So why does it feel like something is missing?

(picture by the amazing @lunian)

#cycleverse #cycle ocs #Aderyn of the Fells #The Fells #Kwaycha

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Lexus "Next Chapter" from Caleb Slain on Vimeo.

Use headphones!  IG: @calebslain

5 productions. 4 countries. 3 continents. This sonic experience is the reveal film for the first ever Lexus all-electric car. The creative challenge was to express the imperceptible side of nature through sound, exemplifying the erosion between driver and natural world. Logistically, this was my first time directing any part of a shoot remotely (about 75% remote), which at one point involved directing two productions in Japan and Thailand simultaneously. Very fun challenge, made possible by the extraordinary talent who contributed around the globe. 

Friends have asked how much of the footage we filmed ourselves, so I’ll come out and say there are THREE shots in this video we licensed and modified instead of filmed. See if you can guess them!

xo Slain

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Executive Creative Director: Hiroyuki Ito Director: @CalebSlain

Agency (Dentsu) Creative Director: Masashi Sada Art Director: Hirofumi Isoya Planner: Daisuke Matsunaga  Planner: Takahiro Hasegawa   

Production (AOI) Producer: Hirohide Takene Producer: Ryuta Iwasa Production Manager: Koichiro Narita Production Manager: Naoko Kido Production Manager: Haonan Mak Production Manager: Haruka Ono

U.S. Production: @ampersand_us Managing Director: @detchmendy Exec Producer: Susan Herbert Line Producer: @DaveJRobertson Post Producer: @susanagosti

Mr. Slain Producer: Keita Yamamura

CINEMATOGRAPHY Big Sur: @williamdstone Japan: @erwancloarec Michigan: @mr_terpstra Thailand: @garndp Peru: @danielgarate77

Starring: @makoto88kamiya

POST PRODUCTION Editor: @pezzillosview Audio Post Production: @otbirds OTB Sound Design + Mix: @idelgas OTB Executive Producer: Guin Frehling Colorist: Benoit Coté Rodeo Prost Prod: @nkmcgregor Rodeo Asst: @_bugbee_ VFX + CG: SLANTED * Atsushi Ueta * Shinji Santoh * Kazushi Nagase * Ayano Watanabe Online Editor: Chitoshi Murata

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JAPAN Assistant Director: Nagisa Kodama Director of Photography: Erwan Cloarec Translator Producer: Taka Kawatsu 1st AC: Yasushi Miyata 2nd AC: Moe Arizumi 3rd AC: Alex Witmer DIT: Sou Tony Naoi DIT: Fuya Imai 
Car Stylist Team (SEEK) * Nozomu Sato * Akio Kawamura Low Loader Operator (S3) * Teppei Kazama * Shota Saito Drivers (GROOVE) * Shinji Kikuchi * Shigenobu Murayama * Touma Suzuki * Toru Tanaka * Muneo Hirakawa * Shingo Omori * Akane Ikemoto * Masaki Matsumoto Stylist: Takumi Iwata Stand-In: Masaru Tsuzuruki Nurse: Hayato Takahama

MICHIGAN Cinematographer: Chad Terpstra Production Coordinator: Dennis Nagelkirk Camera Assistant: Jackson Ezinga Production Scout Assistant: Andrea Napierkowski

THAILAND Passion Pictures Bangkok Producer: Beryl Anne Tan Cinematographer: Mr. Rattakarn “Garn” Srithavatchai Production Manager: Ms. Kornlapas Sawasdee Assistant PM: Mr. Weerasak Kala  Location Manager: Mr. Ekthanat Sawasdee Prop Master: Mr. Jirapat Theparvut Props: Mr. Chaiya Changphauk Props: Ms. Kanitwanan Pornjarungsak  Focus: Mr. kitikorn Nuchpum Head Lighting: Mr. Tanayut Muhamud Key Grip: Mr. Ittipol Nabangchang // Lighting & Grip (Gear Head co., ltd) Camera Team (Lifeboat Camera)

PERU APU Productions Cinematographer: Daniel Gárate Producer: Bruno Canale