#haxley

[tyra-greydawn]

Hayward

Stormwind Naval Hospital One year and eight months after the Veil was broken

Tyra wasn’t sure what to do so she used to a new tactic. She called Haxley and asked for a favor. Safere had a copy of Hayward’s file and access to her room by the time Tyra reached the hospital. Her first name was Kiera. Her children had died in Gilneas, and her husband hadn’t survived long after the evacuation. She had been a nurse in the hospital for years, having been increasingly easier duties as her age caught up with her. Now that she was dying, she was given a bed and a room to spend her last days.

Safere trailed behind Tyra as they walked toward Hayward’s room. Tyra was not particularly chatty. Her fur changed from the bright white she had kept since arriving in Frostfall to its original spotted grey, and she reduced her height. She tried to remember what her mane had been like back then. Short, probably. She hated long hair. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to be exact. Close enough would do.

“Do you want company?” Safere asked.

“Um. Wait a little and then maybe? I don’t – I don’t know if she remembers me.” Tyra said. They hugged. Safere ruffled Tyra’s mane and Tyra kissed the top of her head. “We have a lot to talk about?”

“Yeah. Later. Go.” Safere said.

“Okay.” Tyra said. She stepped into the room. Hayward was propped up in the bed, facing the window. She stared straight ahead. The only movement was her breathing. Tyra wasn’t sure if that was because she was too far gone or because moving was hard. She felt stupid for coming here. Then she shook her head. It didn’t matter.

It means putting them at ease, too.

Someone should be with Miss Hayw – not Miss Hayward. Kiera. Someone should be with her at the end.

“Um. Hi.” Tyra said softly, pulling a chair up next to the bed. Kiera’s eyes moved to look over at her. Tyra smiled at her. “Do you – do you remember me? You saved my life a long time ago?”

Kiera’s head moved a fraction of an inch. It was barely an acknowledgement, much less a nod. One that was far more difficult than it should be.

“I wanted to thank you. Um. For saving me, I mean.” Tyra said. She wanted to babble. To speak quickly. But she kept her words slow and even. “I was thinking about you, and how you made me eat and move after I crashed, but you didn’t make me talk or do anything else. That, um, I wouldn’t be alive without you. I wouldn’t have had the adventures I had or made the friends I did or – or -  ”

Or what? What should she say? What could she say? Tyra thought back to a mountain in Drustvar, a cave, and an old yeti who died while she hummed to him and stroked his fur. This wasn’t that different.

“ – or found my mom’s book. I’m learning how to be a harvest witch.” She finally finished. Kiera’s mouth twitched. A smile. Her hand reached out. Tyra took it without hesitation and Kiera’s fingers tightened. Years ago that would have been a squeeze. Now it was barely distinguishable from a spasm. “I can tell you about it if you want? What I’ve done? Who I’ve met? Who I saved? Or, um, how I learned I wanted to be a healer like you?”

Kiera strained to nod again. Tyra held Kiera’s hand in both of hers and talked about Pandaria and Draenor and Kul Tiras. She told her about the missions she had flown, the stunts she had pulled, and especially the people who were alive because of things she had done. How she wanted to follow in Kiera’s footsteps now and heal the broken, as so many people had done to Tyra over the years. How Kiera reminded Tyra of her mother, now long since passed.

And just like the cave in Drustvar, Tyra wasn’t sure when Kiera moved on. But whenever it had happened, the old woman was happy. And she hadn’t been alone.

#tyra #tyra writi #tel'andu

[maxmaggr]

[maxmaggreece]

[simonhoxley]

Even after years... I still cannot see alan cumming as anything but the gay dude from spy kids. Its so wild seeing him in pson now. I love it

Him!

#so now my brain will think simon haxley is gay too #I’m so excited to see his character tho #prodigal son #apa

[danielvalwade]

Meh, sketches

1-2. George Orwell with blue overall and in a doubleplusgood mood

3. Ray Bradbury reading "Fighting Man of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs

4. Me ("Aldous Haxley... 🥺...")

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs ocs #bsd ocs #oc #original character #ocs #original characters

[pakhomovsky]

Haxley by me

Berlin, February 2019

#35mm #film

[lacivert-kus-blog]

Başka gezegenlerde de hayat varmı diye merak ederiz sanki bu gezegende yaşamayı becerebilmişiz gibi.

Aldous Haxley

[ladybluette]

Indigo - 01 - As the wheel turns

Indigo – 01 – As the wheel turns

Nell’ombra, il bambino fissava i soldati che passavano davanti alla sua cella. Lo faceva ogni giorno da quando si trovava lì, e da che si ricordava era sempre stato lì, nel sito militarizzato 3270. Il suo carceriere attuale si chiamava Haxley: era un uomo con le mani ruvide, gli occhi freddi e un accento pesante. Aveva un odore pungente di sudore misto a deodorante che ricordava un acquitrino e…

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[tyra-greydawn]

Tyra, Summarized v. 2.0

It's been a year since I last did this so it's time to revisit the world's most socially inept shapeshifter. Art by Vestrell.

Name: Tyra Greydawn

Alias/Nicknames: Mimidae, Moonlight, Moonbrain

Gender: Female (cis)

Age: 28

Western Zodiac: Sagittarius

Eastern Zodiac: Rooster

Abilities/Talents: Mimicry, piloting, shapeshifting, tinkering, and a little bit of witchcraft.

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil /

Religion: She’s not sure.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common with a smattering of Darnassian and Pandaren.

Family: Jayla Greydawn (mother, deceased), Connor Greydawn (father, deceased), Sethra Greydawn (half-sister, using an alias), Haxley Dormagic (cousin), Nathanael Dormagic (uncle), and a whole herd of cousins once removed.

Friends: Almost every member of Autumnhearth and most of the Dragoons.

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: Defaults to short and lithe, but changes as needed.

Hair: Naturally brown. Currently blue. Generally whatever color she wants.

Eyes: Icy Blue. This is one feature of hers she rarely ever changes. There's some question about whether she could if she wanted to.

Skin: Tanned unless it isn’t.

Height: Human, around 5′2″. Worgen, usually 6'7". Like her build, her height changes based on need and mood.

Scars: None. Tyra can shift them away and doesn’t see the point of keeping them.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

Five songs that remind you of them:

1. Kings - They say the worst of a pilot's life is when they get into the cockpit for the last time. This is the soundtrack for Tyra's final mission.

2. The Team- Leverage OST. She's still Parker.

3. Sleeping in the Cold Below - Sure it's a sci-fi shanty, but it's still a shanty and it makes me think about Tyra on a ship.

4. Phoenix - Tyra's biggest enemy is the little voice in her head telling her she'll never good enough, that she's weak, etc. She's stronger than she knows but only certain people can get through to her on that subject.

5. Over the Horizon - Going to a new place with new adventures is one of Tyra's favorite things.

#moon guard #tyra #memes

[excerptsrp]

It had been far too easy for Caden to plant the seeds of gossip into the Tayvren girl. A simple glance and a charming grin in her direction, and she was scurrying off to her gaggle with news of a mysterious stranger. It was almost disappointing, really, how easy the mission would be for him but he supposes that he shouldn’t complain. After all, he could be stuck in Russia with Haxley instead of Chicago, with Moira. The elder girl had already made her way to Lady Dupuis’s circle, and a sharp warning sent his way told him to find his own mark.

He catches sight of Olivia Dupuis while he stands at the balcony. The girl had been grabbed by Soren Tayvren, and Caden watches, a carefully formed expression of curiosity drawn onto his face, as she looks up to see him. He offers a small nod in greeting before moving away. Let her intrigue bring her to him. It always seems to work better when his target feels like they are in control.

She follows him into the library, a room he’d taken note of earlier. “Luca Bianchi, right?” she asked, and Caden nods, the identity of an Italian heir firmly in place.

“And you’re Olivia Dupuis,” he returns. “What brings you here?” He steps back, gesturing to the books on the walls.

Olivia takes a moment to think, and Caden can feel the insecurity boiling in her throat. “Were you following me?” he teases and laughs gently when she sputters. A sad thought flickers through his head that he probably could have been friends with the girl in some other life. He locks it away before he can ponder on it for too long. “Sit with me,” he offers instead, grabbing a book off the shelf and settling himself on the sofa.

He makes an excuse about not liking the crowds, and as she relaxes, he continues to ply. How dreadful these banquets are, he agrees, an excuse that sends Olivia into an unexpected rant about posturing and peacocks and honestly, Caden’s fairly sure that he actually genuinely likes this girl.

It was a shame he would have to ruin it.

The moment comes when Olivia hesitates; when she opens up about how lonely she is at home. Caden sets the book down, drawing closer in false interest. He offers his own loneliness and something in him screams that it isn’t a lie, it isn’t fake, it’s true, he’s so lonely-

He presses his lips to hers, and as she breathes he pushes more. He wraps his hands around her waist and god it’s been far too long since he’s actually wanted to do this.

...

They part an hour later, and Caden steps away to let her have some room to breathe, to process what had just passed. He grabs his discarded clothes from the ground, offering Olivia a shoe that had somehow made its way under the table. It’s a gesture of apology, even if she doesn’t know it, and a knife hollows out the air in his chest as he thinks about what the fallout will be.

A knock sounds at the door just as they resettle back onto the couch, and they share a grin when a head pokes in to check on them. Olivia’s grin is sincere, secretive and giddy, but his is empty, and he wonders if he lets it show. Concern seeps into her expression, but when she asks, Caden simply shakes his head and smiles. 

They return to the party a few minutes later, and while Olivia goes to find her friends, Caden catches sight of Moira. A look between them and Caden nods, moving towards the door. He can hear the whispers beginning as he passes through the crowds.

The Dupuis reputation is tarnished, and Olivia will never know who to blame.

#caden #newverse

[moviestorian]

Tagged by the lovely @upstartpoodle. Thank you very much!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better!

Name: Weronika

Nicknames: These days most people don't really nickname me anymore, but my close friends or family often call me Nika or Wera.

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 162

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: White

Favourite Fruit: Grapes and Cherries

Favourite Season: Summer/autumn

Favourite Book: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, A Dance With Dragons by G.R.R. Martin, Brave New World by Aldous Haxley, and I could literally go on and on.

Favourite Flower: Lilac

Favourite Scent: Fresh flowers and vegetables. Or smell of good food

Favourite Colour: Blue

Favourite Animal: Rabbits

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Coffee, but only with tons of milk. Otherwise, tea.

Average Sleep Hours: 10

Cat or dog person?: Dogs all the way!

Favourite Fictional Character: So many. Just to name a few: Theon Greyjoy, Sansa Stark, Faramir, Eponine, George Warleggan, Dwight Enys, Bucky Barnes

Number of blankets you sleep with: One

Dream Trip: A historically themed trip. And I have yet a lot to see in the world.

Blog created: I think over 5 years ago

Number of Followers: 1113

Tagging @chocksawaychaps, @cosetteskywalker, @miss-du-maurier, @upcummingattractions, @incblackbird, @swansansa, @vl-blackswan, @vavaharrison, @theamazingcat, @blu-b, @staresmutherfuckily, @charlottemarney if you want to do it :)

#tag game #about me

[danielvalwade]

Fester, Steven, Amanda, Hikari, Mosumitsu, Ryu, Kura (1-2)

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (3)

Hans Christian Andersen (4)

Aldous Haxley (5)

Aldous Haxley and George Orwell (6-7)

Zamyatin, Orwell, Haxley, Bradbury (8)

Lewis Carroll, James Moriarty and Yengeny Zamyatin (9)

Mosumitsu and Hikari (10)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs ocs #bsd ocs #original character #original characters #ocs #oc

[pakhomovsky]

Haxley by me

Berlin, February 2019

#35mm #film

[ma-el-profeta]

Los Falmouth Falcons ganan la Liga Nacional de Quidditch

Los Falmouth Falcons y el Puddlemore United venían cabeza a cabeza en el ranking de puntos por victorias y, tras quedar las Arpías de Holyhead terceras y fuera del podio superior por el que venían peleado, el quipo de los Falcons y el Puddlemore finalmente se enfrentaron en un partido increíble y lleno de emoción. Ambos equipos venían cabeza a cabeza en tantos hasta que, luego de seis horas de juego, Malcom Haxley, el buscador de los rudos halcones, atrapó la Snitch y el marcador terminó 310 (F.F) a 130 (P.U). Desde El Profeta estamos ansiosos por entrevistar a cada uno de ellos pero por fuentes muy allegadas sabemos que los halcones hicieron un descontrol en los vestuarios y festejaron por horas.

Reena Smith, ex jugadora profesional y especialista en análisis de juego, destacó el desempeño del buscador, la golpeadora Helga Geene y la destreza del guardián de los Falcons, Bastian Hallyburton. Estos son algunos de los nombres que podrían figurar en la lista de este año para jugar en el Equipo Nacional de Quidditch en el Mundial 2020 en Japón. Pero tranquilos, los mantendremos al tanto con todas las novedades.

Brandon Charpentier, su corresponsal.

#Noticias #articulo #submission