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June 4 - June 9, 2024
Glowing in midair before them was a foreign character that almost—almost—resembled a Hin word, but not. And around it, blazing like a trail of fire, was a sealed circle.
SYAORAN
Grief is for the survivors, and I think that, rather than living my life in pain, I would live it in laughter and love. To the fullest.
She would no longer be the flower. She would be the blade.
“We appear to be about the same age. I am not a ‘mister’ to you.” “Well, you certainly act like one,” she retorted. At the irritated look he gave her, she pouted. “I’m not feeling well. I’m on my moon’s blood. Can’t we…can’t we eat and find a place for me to meditate, and learn some Seals?” Two spots of pink appeared on Zen’s cheeks; they spread, flushing down his neck and coloring his face a shade of mortification.
Ahaha
Something softened in Zen’s face. “Drink it,” he said. “Our Master of Medicine advises boiled jujubes for…for girls…at certain…certain times.” In the firelight, his cheeks had reddened, and he averted his gaze from hers, suddenly busying himself with gathering the fú and tucking them back into his silk pouch.
AHhHahahah
“Do or don’t, there are no excuses, and no shortcuts to the Way.
Yoda? Is that you?
One branch of spiritual shamanism became notorious for the dangers it posed: demonic practitioning. When a practitioner invites a demon into his core of qì—of power—he runs the risk of losing control. Of succumbing to the demon’s will.
Literally black clover
“Fighting fire with fire will only cause more harm, Ulara. You know this. Do not let your anger impair your judgment. Let us, instead, fight fire with water—by adjusting to the situation and being best prepared for when the opportune time comes. Currently, we are severely outmatched in both manpower and strategy. Patience is key. A battle is not won without knowing oneself and one’s opponent.”
I can ony hear the grandmaster's voice as uncle iroh
how the most powerful practitioner in the Last Kingdom had many of the habits of an aged uncle.
Aka uncle iroh
Lan spun at the voice, her hands darting to cover her breasts. Standing on the back terrace of the Chamber of Waterfall Thoughts, frozen in equal parts disbelief and outrage, was none other than Zen. The sound of the waterfall had masked his footsteps. It was almost comical how wide his eyes and mouth stretched, the tips of his ears flaming red—whether from fury or embarrassment, Lan couldn’t tell. Pointing a shaking finger at her and covering his eyes with his other hand, he spluttered, “You—that’s—sacred—out—out!”
Hahaha
“Tell me what you have learned of the Way.”
Star Wars
Without breaking their gaze, he reached into his black silk pouch. When he unfurled his palm, she almost stopped breathing. He held a tassel strung with black and red beads, at the end of which rested a silver amulet carved with black flames. A red cord extended from it, meant to be tied into a necklace. “This is one of the few relics I have left of my homeland,” Zen said, “along with Nightfire and That Which Cuts Stars. It was meant to be a set of earrings, but the other was lost—so I fashioned a necklace out of it. In my clan, it is tradition for us to receive one set of silver earrings at
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Lan lowered her gaze. The red cord of the necklace had somehow gotten caught over their fingers; it draped over both of their interlocked hands, seeming to bind them together.
RED THREAD OF FATE
She thought of what Ying had told her of the red threads of fate, of how each Hin was born into this world with an invisible red cord tying them to their destiny.
HAH I CALLED IT
“I wish for you to not go anywhere without me. In this world and the next. I wish for you to choose me.” A pause, and softer: “That is, if you would wish it.”
Gently, he drew back. His mouth was soft as he pressed it to her forehead, her left cheek, then her right. His hand came up to cup the back of her head as he pulled her to him. And that was all he did: he simply held her, arms wrapped over her back, their hearts beating the same rhythm in the silence broken only by the whisper of rain outside.
“I have chosen my path. If you are not with me, then you are against me,” he said, and she knew she had lost him.
NOOOOO
“Live not for those whose souls rest in eternal slumber in the next world…but for those still struggling to find that peace in this one.”
“And I will go into my next life…grateful…that I spent my last moments with you…my child, Lián’ér.” He spoke her name on an exhale, and his eyes shut as his lips stilled.
