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Indian scops owl pair, Gir national park, December, 2025

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Sorry, just realized you wanted the words sent via ask: Bubble svelte ameliorate
Bubble
The sunsset is almost done, only the dying sun lingering above the horizon now, turning the sky and sea all dim violet and dusky rose. It would be hard to tell sea from sky, save that the sea shimmers with wavelets from the breeze, and the sky does not. The Sifa say that seasons when the dying sun is the last to leave the sky are seasons to be wary, to be on guard against confusion of the senses and the mind. SkekSa does not place much stock in Sifan superstitions, save for the ones she inspired—of course her likeness on a bow would make a ship overpower the waves more easily—but she is well aware that she is flaunting this one.
SkekSa’s ship had been resupplying at an island a few days ago, and SkekSa had enjoyed some time alone on the deck as her crew took advantage of the novelty of a night on land. Looking out over the railing at dusk, she had seen...something. Or she hadn’t seen something. Just a splash, but of a shape and sound that didn’t seem usual for what lived around islands in these latitudes.
For the past few days, she has seen (or not seen) something every evening, always in that rose-violet dusk, always when she is alone. She had not mentioned anything to her crew. There is nothing to mention. There is nothing they could do about it if there was.
The one exception was the time SkekSa heard something. That had been real as the wind, and she’d seen the gelfling’s funny little ears twitching to try to locate the source. She’d asked the one with the twitchiest ears what they were all hearing, and he’d spoken far too long of tales he had heard, of the myriad varieties of rare beasts that swam the open water singing strange and mournful songs, calling up storms or putting down storms, disguising themselves as islands, leading ships to treasure or deadly doldrums. The sailor admitted he could not tell what manner of beast might be singing this song.
SkekSa told him she doubted it was any of the beasts in his stories, and the song stopped before competing superstitions drove her ship into chaos. And that made her wonder. And as she wondered, she silently acknowledged that to her ears, the song had not sounded mournful, but somehow playful, even enticing, despite how strange and slow it had been.
A season to confuse the senses and mind, indeed.
Now, her ship is well into open water, after a day of swift, fine sailing. It should be impossible that she should see-not-see whatever she has been seeing-not-seeing again, today, simply because of the distance the ship has traveled.
Still, she has ordered the crew to leave her alone as she stands at the railing on the sunward side of the ship, waiting and watching for...something. Something forbidden, that she never imagined could sound either playful or enticing.
No, she will see nothing. Her ship sailed too fast, too long, today. The mystery must have been left behind.
But just as she starts to turn away, there something is: a silvery bubble larger than her head, floating up through the water near the ship, and when it bursts onto the waves SkekSa swears it does so cheekily.
SkekSa bares her fangs in a grin. It is the dying sun’s madness-season, and she is going to go mad.
Thra UrSkeks AU:
After being reunited once the Crystal of Truth was healed by Jen, the gelfling, the UrSkeks were surprised to find that they weren't the same they once had been. Now, each one of them, being an individual UrSkek (as shown by their vibrant colors, a huge contrast with the white of their kind), the group knows that they cannot go back to their Homeworld. So, instead, they start living in Thra, dealing with all the consequences of the actions of their evil sides.
Do you guys wanna see my urskeks? Well, even if you said no, here we go! I guess you guys can guess who is who (looking down at the tags don’t count! lol). Also, yes, i added my ocxcanon ship~
and new satan/lucifer drawings because his my best oc!! ! [girl with star on her head is my best friend's oc<3]

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these r from last year but i also gave Sasan a redesign bc his initial design was made before Sumeru was released. plUs a Lantern Rite date with Minhua and Solene ehehe
Okay okay so I'd love to hear about Brother!
EEE! I love this one. So, Brother (Brother and the Bowman) is a historical thriller set in Ancient Persia, pre-Achaemenid dynasty. The main character, Darayan, is a prince of the Pasagardae. When a mysterious enemy disguised as the Pasagardae's allies infiltrates the kingdom and attacks, Dar and his brother, Sasan, must work together to find the mastermind amidst the chaos. No one is who they seem, and it's only a matter of time before Darayan realizes what a terrible mistake he's made, thanks to his thirst for vengeance.
Lots of court intrigue, battle strategies (which I'm looking forward to, since it's all much different to the medieval and renaissance strategies in the previous works), and some romance, too...and making the world a better place through the arts.
The ride was different from the previous day’s; the habitual song Sasan always hummed died on his lips, the perpetually cheery smile faded away. Even the forest itself seemed to be holding its breath as they searched for Rhinnish scouts. “Look,” Sasan mouthed, pointing up ahead. Dying embers glowed in a thicket up ahead, the remains of a campfire. Darayan smiled, nodding to his men. They raised their bows, training them on the sentries leaning against the oak trees. They gasped and gurgled before falling still. Arrows bristled from their throats, pinning them to the trunks. “Stay back, guard our flank,” Darayan ordered Sasan before riding forth. Darayan charged through the thicket, bow singing the song of war, of death and chaos. Many of the Rhinns were still abed at this hour; Darayan and his men subdued them with minimal injuries. When the camp fell silent, Darayan dismounted. “Search for clues,” he ordered, kneeling before a body. The Rhinn’s dull, lifeless gaze was fixed on the sky, unseeing. Darayan gently closed the man’s eyes with a shudder. “I’m sorry,” he murmured to him, “but it was either you or my people.” He turned the man’s head, brow furrowing. Rhinns were famous for their skin writing, bearing sacred tattoos to bless themselves; such ‘perpetual prayers,’ as they called them, ensured they never ceased honoring the gods. This man’s sacred wind motif started on his chin and spiraled down his neck in a black paisley— and promptly stopped, half-formed, under his necktie. That…wasn’t right. “Did he…draw that on?” Sasan asked, peering over Darayan’s shoulder. Daraya rolled his eyes, “did I not ask you to stay back? I swear, you never listen.” He ran his thumb across the black lines, frown deepening; none of them smudged. They were too dark to be henna; whatever this was, the design was in the skin, not on top of it, like eye kohl. “Perhaps the tattoo wasn’t finished,” he replied after consideration, “they use needles to make the designs, I understand. Perhaps too much work on his throat could render him speechless.” Sasan swallowed hard, hand going to his neck, “ugh! Why can’t they just wear embroidery, like normal people? So painful.”
TOTK rant
! TW: ped0
I think everyone understood I will talk about Finley and Sasan from the tw. It's insane to me that out of ALL THE THINGS THEY LEFT OUT and ALL THINGS LEFT IN, this yucky relationship stayed.
What is the point? Don't they know nobody would have missed them if they just vanished? Was it hard to just remodel Finley? Was it hard to say oh Finley hit puberty after BOTW? Was it hard to say Sasan got killed after the Upheavel? What if Sasan mysteriously disappeared after the Upheaval? What if Sasan and Finley went seperate ways and acknowledge their relationship was very toxic? And just, why??? Why do we keep it in the next game too???? Somebody out there making this game very much enjoys that type of stuff. That's why it stayed.
It's very clear to me that this relationship is just trying to include "acceptable ped0philia" in the game. Bear w/ me. If they are lovers there would be massive backlash, fine make them "best friends". (Japanese translation is soul mates) But we still want to keep the ped0 narrative! Oh ok then, Finley just had her puberty late, she is grown otherwise 🤡
Don't some of you see this is the same old sh1t where otakus say "SHe is ACtuALly 800 years old!!!"
Also Finley is DEFINITELY A CHILD that thinks "I'm grown up". Sleep schedule same with other children. Mom plays a significant role in her life. Also the impulsive and child like decisions she makes (eg: in totk she just straight up leaves for a treasure hunt without a worry or care about herself or her mom) She is a child thinking she has grown up but you all not even ready for that.
Do we needed to have a story about some CHILD LOOKING character, becoming bffs with some adult man but she just had her puberty late for some reasons,, so it's ok :))) type of story? Be honest w/ me. Did we need it???? Was it necessarry? Would you hate TOTK and BOTW if they did not have Sasan and Finley? No. It was not necessarry at all.
IT IS NOT OK FOR CHILDREN TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH GROWN ASS PEOPLE. There. I said it. It's the adult's responsiblity to not be bffs w/ children.
But we cannot come here and call it straight up ped0. Why? Bc they are not lovers technically! But Finley just had her puberty late! She is technically grown up! Just fvcking excuses to cover up ped0 agenda.
The sitatuation with Sasan and Finley screams ped0 from every single point. Stop lying to yourselves.