#fallen hero

I’m still in a state of disbelief that this actually happened. Because “Yukov is dead” sounds just as absurd as “Charon is dead” or something like that.He wasn’t just looking for bodies.He pulled off incredible feats, fearlessly dealt with the “Novorossiya” commanders, returned the bodies of their fighters to them, and retrieved ours.

I’ll add a few words @ ReznikRina: Oleksii was doing something incredibly important—something God forbid any of us should ever have to understand. He was taking away the uncertainty of loss.He gave the families a new starting point in life. A difficult one. But they could begin to live again after months and years of waiting. They could say their goodbyes.

Read today about Oleksii Yukov, the head of the “Platsdarm” search mission.

Watch the interview, the documentary. Grasp the scale of it all.

Pay your respects.

This is a loss for all of us.

Black.

Right now, your eyes are dark enough to make you feel like you're looking into the abyss you know you've fallen into years ago.

$!{phis} eyes are deep black pools. Sometimes you spend time in front of the mirror trying to find an answering glint in there, but all you see is your own reflected self.

Brown.

Right now, your eyes are the flat brown of a muddy field, cracked and broken by a merciless sun.

$!{phis} eyes are a warm brown that you're rather fond of. It makes you more trusting, somehow; at least, that's what you like to believe.

Hazel.

Right now, your eyes are faded like dry grass, liable to blow away in a strong wind.

$!{phis} eyes are a light, sunny hazel, neither brown nor green, but caught between the two. You like the way the sun makes them come alive.

Green.

Right now, your eyes are an unwholesome green, more poisonous than healthy.

$!{phis} eyes are a rare green, making people look twice when they lean in close enough to notice. You know you did, the first time you opened ${phis} eyes and looked into a mirror.

Gray.

Right now, your eyes are almost colorless, as bleak as the bathroom tiles that surround you.

$!{phis} eyes are a light gray, picking up the shades and shadows of your surroundings. They never look quite the same when you catch sight of them in a mirror.

Blue.

Right now, your eyes are a mocking blue, more polluted ocean than sunny skies.

artfight attack for @sweetsweetemo !

the rest of the unposted attacks

@binkybats 's infamous star dahlia @louhinks 's nerevarine llerynir

@cibben 's forsworn thistle

@traulisms 's magical girl winnie @phi-guy 's ex-padawan striga

wen19 's old god kota

@subterra-rose 's paladin levant and constantine

@villain-vanilla 's sidestep & puppet amor & psyche

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