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the-real-nikki19 · 5 months
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back to the future + onion headlines
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erniesbrainfreeze · 1 year
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watching once & always: a masterpost
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cheylouwho · 24 days
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Speed art but make it paper dolls
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"Love you"s in The Seven
These girls say it so so much
Antiope is the most loving Seven, saying it 19 whole times to 11 different people! Wow! (Each of her friends, the seven as a unit, Athena, Ajax, Corsica, and Elegonia)
She is also the most loved! Hearing it 15 times from also 10 people (all of her friends, Hector, Athena, Ajax, and Corsica) guess having all those older siblings pays off in this case!
Ostentatia is the next most loving, saying it 15 times to 8 different people (Lucia, Nonna, Antiope, Zelda, Katija, the seven as a unit, Sam, and Carmine)
She's tied for second most loved. Hearing it 13 times from 7 people (Antiope, Katija, Sam, Zelda, Lucia, Nonna, and Carmine). She yells this a lot.
Zelda is third loving, saying it, 14 times to 6 people (Ostentatia, Penny, Katija, Antiope, Sam, and the seven as a unit)
She's tied with Ostentatia for being loved. Hearing it 13 times from 6 people (each of her friends)
Penny is tied for fourth loving, saying it 10 times to 7 people (Bonnie, Danielle, Zelda, Katija, Cinnamon, the seven as a unit, and Antiope)
She is also fourth loved being told twelve times but from only three different people! (Antiope, Zelda, and Bonnie)
Katija is tied with Penny for fourth loving, saying the phrase 10 times to 6 people (Karl, Zelda, Antiope, Cinnamon, Ostentatia, and the seven as a unit)
She is fifth loved, hearing it 10 times from 6 people (Antiope, Penny, Ostentatia, Zelda, Karl, and Cinnamon)
Sam is sixth loving, saying it only 6 times to 4 people (Zelda, Ostentatia, Antiope, and Talura)
And is loved 9 times from 5 people (Antiope, Ostentatia, Zelda, Lola, and Talura)
And then Danielle breaks the record for least loving! Only saying it two times to two people (Antiope and Zelda)
she's also the least loved of the seven, only hearing it 6 times from three people (Antiope, Penny, and Winona)
For ten episodes they say it and hear it way more than the bad kids!
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Only one thing I didn't count was Katija saying it to Antiope... But it was a younger, time vortex version of Katija.
Oh, and whenever they all were chanting it. Chanting only counts once!
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charlie-rulerofhell · 11 months
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Chris talking about his synaesthesia and seeing the colour of music
a snippet of an interview Chris did with a German ESC channel about a month ago, translated from German into English (because I thought it was pretty fascinating what Chris had to say, and hoped you all would enjoy reading about it as well)
Benny: Chris, you are a synaesthete. What does Blood and Glitter look like to you? And is there a Eurovision song that looks particularly noticable?
Chris: So, you know … Synaesthesia is the connection of senses that normally do not belong together, right? Someone who can taste colours, for example. So they are seeing a colour and are having a certain taste in their mouth. In my case it's the ear that is connected to the eye, and it only works in this direction. So when I'm hearing a certain note, I see a specific colour.
You can picture it like an instagram filter, when everything gets colourised in a certain way, and all contours seem to be glowing in that colour. A little bit like a real-time light show. I'm pretty good at repressing it, though, and it also doesn't happen when I'm tired and the brain is trying to save resources. But when I allow it to happen then I'm seeing this aura. It has nothing to do with how a song feels to me, though, so the colour is not determined by the feeling that I have. It's really just a physical thing. Sounds are wave lengths. So you have twelve semitones, and then everything repeats itself, twice as high, twice as deep, and so on. So these wave lengths are all connected to a certain colour. C, for example, always has a blue shade to me, and when it goes deeper, to an A, it becomes purple. So, Blood and Glitter is written in A minor, and especially with the guitar riff in the beginning, everything gets stained in a purple tone. So it's not blood and gold at all, if we would consider gold to be a proper colour.
Now the thing is, it's important to me that our lightshow matches the colours that I'm seeing, and I can work quite well with red and purple. If it's too complementary, like red and green for example, that doesn't work well for me. Or if a song goes too far into the direction of green, then I'm having trouble handling it, unless the song symbolises a certain inner conflict, because I simply don't like green as a light colour. Even though I quite like it as the colour of the forest, where it is more muted.
It's getting pretty nerdy here, as you may notice. So the thing is that the clearer the information is, the more distinct will be the colour that I'm seeing. When I'm hearing simply a pure sinusoidal tone, then the colour is very clear. When more harmonies come together, everything will get muddier. Like when you mix all colours together and it becomes brown – or white when you're mixing light. That's also one of the reasons why I rarely like jazz when it becomes too atonal. Because with all those different sevenths and ninths in jazz chords you have a lot of friction, and then it just becomes very muddy and cold colour-wise, like there's no clear colour information anymore, and it's all just grey. So I cannot really feel jazz emotionally. Or when you have a song with a lot of harmonies and transpositions, then it can also change during one song.
But with the other Eurovision songs I haven't really paid any attention to their colours yet, because it is something that is so normal to me that I'm not analysing it really. I won't be thinking: Oh, it's getting blue now! It's just as normal to me as when you open your mouth and there is sound coming out of it, I also wouldn't be paying any attention to that.
Peter: What about classical music?
Chris: Well, when you're talking about the proper classical period here – also including the Romantic, the neoclassical or the baroque era, so everything that is harmoniously precise, and which works diatonically in major and minor keys – here it is quite similar to pop music, it's very comprehensible. When it gets too modern however, like the Schoenberg school, twelve-tone technique, all that, or the whole expressionism, then it's just like jazz with classical instruments, so that also doesn't work for me. Because then the colours are just jarring, you know? It's not only weird for the ear, it's also hurting the eye. But I do love classical music. I listen to a lot of classical music, I love movie scores, the cello was my first instrument, and I'm still playing it. I have basically made classical music before I even knew that something like pop music existed.
Benny: What a fascinating topic, really! We could probably fill a whole show with that if we wanted. Thank you for the answer.
Chris: Oh, sorry, if I may nerd around some more, just one thing. When I'm listening to a certain symphony or whatever, and I feel like the colour-mood does not match what I'm hearing, then I have this here in the whole house [takes a remote control] … all the light bulbs are connected with this Philips hue system, so whatever lamp I need to change, I can adjust it, until I feel like this matches the music that I'm currently listening to better.
Benny: So today the mood goes more into the direction of pink?
Chris: For me it's red, maybe the screen messes it up. But that was really just because of Blood and Glitter, that made me go: Let's do a red light show today.
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totalnocoisland · 6 months
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What's your favorite type of flower?
Hey!
Well, what an unexpected question! (and the very first someone asked me on Tumblr btw ^_^)
I had to think about it for a while because I don’t really have one. But I think I like flowers that can be easy to take care of – I hate see them die T.T – and flowers that can surprise me.
For an exemple, there is a market where I sometimes buy little orchids with a lot of flower buds for my house. I love to discover the flowers when they finally open! Sometimes they are very weird, but I like them anyway and I always hope that they will flourish next year, so they can surprise me again.
In another context, I would think about the Passiflora Caerulea or Passion Vines or “Clock-Flower” (“Passiflore Bleue” in French). They spectacularly bloom – sadly only one time - with the rising sun and then close in the end of the afternoon when the sun light goes down. There was a Passiflora Caerulea in my parents’ garden, and it was lovely to see all these flowers coming to life each day just like some little fairies proudly waving at you, and then disappearing in the evening, but still giving space to other flowers to bloom the next day.
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littleredborb · 3 months
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Hourly Comic Day 2024 1AM-4AM
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emberscollection · 2 years
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blella · 4 months
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My wonderful journey of queerness
Oh yeah, I'm straight, only boys
Oh what's this? Lgbtq+ community? I see no problem with that
*Imogen voice* I'm aN AllY
Hmm... wait I've never had a crush tf does that mean-
*figures out about aromantics and asexuals*
okay well that sounds about right-
*identifies comfortably with aro/ace for about a year*
OH GIF A CRUSH-
*lots of intense queer panic and confusion occurs*
Okay okay, maybe I'm Pan? I don't seem to have a preference... but wait boys are gross tho...
*believes themselves to be Poly, liking everything but male*
Oh wait but sex still sounds not interesting much... hm
*is under the asexual spectrum with little to no desire*
*sudden very intense gender dysphoria*
Well I don't feel like a girl, but I also kinda do? But not really?
*she/they seems about right, whatever that might be*
Hm but I didn't crush on person until I had strong bond... and have never had any other Crushes...
*believes themselves to be demiromantic*
So in conclusion I am a asexual demiromantic polysexual she/they creature of some sort. Note this all happened within a few years :,) it's been wild
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sarucane · 8 months
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Glorious Good Omens S2 Missable Details
I watched Good Omens S2 roughly 507 times the last few weeks (been a rough month, it kept me afloat and I'm eternally grateful), point being:
Tumblr Reader, please benefit from my wild-obsession and read on for good deep-cut bits to pay attention to on your next rewatch:
Episode 1
-Crowley has a very slightly different accent in the opening scene. It's a bit more "proper" and "angelic."
-Maggie's shop is called "The Small Back Room," and she tells Nina it started out as a corner of Aziraphale's bookshop...one of his back rooms.
-Crowley's newspaper says that voters named Tadfield the best village in England--and that the weather there remains perfect.
Episode 2
-There are crows visible and audible in the background riiiight after Crowley "smites" the goats.
-"Jim's" bendy-fan book is a Terry Pratchett's first Discworld novel "The Colour of Magic"
-Someone wrote the whole article! Apparently business at "The Resurrectionist" slowed down when "Everyday" got old, but now people are showing up just to witness the miracle.
-The fellow at the pub who Aziraphale miracles out of a chair has a newspaper that mentions Milton Keynes. Most of the article is out of focus, but Milton Keynes is a city that, in the book, both Crowley and Aziraphale took credit for.
-Job, when introduced, is leaning against a pile of steaming manure. I'm aware that I'm an idiot for not noticing this right away...
Episode 3
-Jim is using a mug that Aziraphale had in the first season. Either he or Aziraphale has added the label in the interim.
-Muriel doesn't say "cup of tea," she says "cuppatea," because she didn't properly hear what Aziraphale said.
-At some unshown point, Crowley takes over body-hauling duties for Elspeth
-Beezlebub hauls their chair horn-ed chair around to 2-3 rooms over the whole season--and is also, on reflection, clearly quite worried about Gabriel here and in episode 1.
-Aziraphale finds the surgeon's whiskey to be a step too far, smell-wise.
-Laudanum courtesy of Cut-me-own-throat-Dibbler. It's a miracle the thing had any effect on Crowley, it was probably mostly rat urine and even more questionably sourced water.
-When Crowley tells Elpeth to leave just before she exits stage left, he calls her "hen," which is what Wee Morag almost always called her.
Episode 4
-Mark Gatiss's (Nazi Male Sidekick) arm is falling off half the time because he's the one who was holding the books that Crowley demonically saved. The nazi's arm was sticking out of the rubble, holding the suitcase, to make it easy to retrieve the books. Hence it got tugged by both Crowley and the scavengers, and fell off by the end of the episode. Serves the book-thief right.
-The Nazi Zombies hang in the Dirty Donkey to spy on the fellas in the bookshop--the same pub Crowley and Aziraphale visit in E2, and the pub that the heaven elevator commanders in E4 and E5
-Aziraphale gets nervous and seems to jump to the end of his act when he asks the audience who has experience with firearms. He hasn't told Crowley that this will be the cue. So, quite reasonably, Crowley does not raise his hand when asked if he has experience with firearms.
-Listen to the credits all the way through to the end of the music here: the audio changes. I don't know music well enough to know what happened, but it's fun.
Episode 5
-The owner of "Marguerite's," the French restaurant, is in fact named Justine. When she goes into Aziraphale's shop for the ball/business meeting, her accent has changed completely.
-All the candles we see on the chandeliers, as well as the candles in the next episode, are battery-operated.
-Nina's the only one this season who gets to drop the f-bomb.
-Mrs. Sandwich and the whole sequence. Google Discworld+seamstress guild if you don't get it.
-The music shop owner took the Doctor Who manual with him when he fled the demons.
Episode 6
-When Crowley changes his clothes to look angelic, the only thing he's wearing that's ACTUALLY white are his hilariously dumbass white slippers.
-The box that Gabriel came with is now storing a bunch of books, pamphlets, and papers. Two of these are the lost Shakespeare plays mentioned in the original Good Omens novel: Golde Diggers of 1589 and The Comedie of Robin Hoode.
-Gabriel's first 2 memories appear after he goes down an orange-red tunnel. But after he and Beezlebub have their first "background" meeting, the tunnel becomes blue. The whole thing ends (after bookending, Crowley says "let there be light" in the first episode and Gabriel says it in this one) with Gabriel's eyes turning purple...blue+red.
-Background acting appreciation: 1) look at Gabriel when Beelzebub says Shax could be Grand Duke of Hell, 2) look at Aziraphale in the corner when Crowley talks to Shax about his apartment, he's nodding vaguely while staring dreamily and it's adorable, 3) also rewind and check out Martin Sheen in episode 2 when the angels come to the shop, he's in the background being terrified and it's amazing
-...I can't resist: based on episodes S01E06 and S02E06, one way or another this'll end with nightingale song
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galaxynajma · 5 months
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Thank you so much for the tag! @cursedvibes and @hxhhasmysoul
Favorite color: purple but I do really love blue too
Last song: “haven't you noticed i'm a star” from the steven universe ost ( love the OST so much it kinda gets me emotional for some reason)
Last movie: I think it was “ charlie and the chocolate factory "? It’s a movie I watch a lot every year never get bored of it surprisingly. I am planning to watch the fnaf movie
Other stuff I watched this year: hasn’t been watching that much shows I mostly read/ am busy the only movie I’ve watched this year that i think would be interesting to talk about is “ cult of Chucky “ it was fine the best part about it was the fact I was watching it with my mom so we were just laughing our asses off
Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: oshi no ko. I was watching it weekly but then I forgot to and hasn’t finished it since. There’s some other shows I hasn’t finished yet
Currently reading: jjk csm sakamoto days blue lock. Been trying to read a lot of junji Ito. I’m up to date with the summer hikaru died ( some other stuff I want to read )
Currently listening to: the contortionist by melanie martinez
Currently working on: nothing much besides some irl/ personal stuff what I can say is that I’m trying to fix my eating and sleeping habits
Current obsession: jjk ( it has me in a chokehold) starting to with sakamoto days and my genshin obsession is coming back so yay??. OH and ofc junji Ito
( I have no idea who has already done this ) tagging @ethercain @phontao @thequeenofsarcaasm @kiirara ( no pressure ofc <3 )
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i-did-an-art · 6 months
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day nine… the last day
again with everyone trying to poison malon :(
dang midna seven kills-
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werewolf-cuddles · 3 months
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lmao, he's so angry, Link doesn't even get uppercase
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Farmboy AU Part 8 + Epilogue. Content warning for background character death.
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The day before the sheriff was due back to collect the taxes, Jimmy's grandfather made a decision. "I'm going into town today," he said over breakfast. "See if I can't talk some sense into Russell. You boys should be able to finish the rest of the wheat harvest today, and I'll be back tomorrow."
"All right," said Jimmy, and hugged him tightly right before he left. Scott stood beside him as they watched him go. "Will you stay until he gets back?" asked Jimmy quietly, looking at the wheat field.
"I will," said Scott. "You look worried." He squeezed Jimmy's hand and glanced sideways at him with a coy smile. "Let's get everything done, then I'll make sure you're plenty distracted until he's home."
He laughed at Jimmy's blush and sudden eagerness to get the day's work underway, and when everything was harvested and stored away he kept his promise. But the following afternoon came and went with no sign of Jack, and by nightfall Jimmy was pacing the porch and staring up the path. "He's never been late before," said Jimmy, chewing on the end of his thumb.
"Maybe the discussion didn't go as quickly as he hoped," said Scott, taking Jimmy's hand and rubbing the back of it soothingly. "He's probably decided to stay another night rather than risk traveling when mobs are out. I'm sure he'll be back in the morning."
Jimmy gave another anxious look toward the west but let Scott coax him to bed. He slept fitfully and rose early, taking a seat on the porch to wait. Scott made coffee and brought him a cup, then took a seat next to him and leaned against his arm.
The sun climbed in the sky, and Scott was jolted from his dozing when Jimmy jumped to his feet. "There's a horse," said Jimmy. "No...two." He shaded his eyes to get a better look. "It's the man from the saloon, and...Granddad!"
Jimmy rushed to meet them and helped Jack dismount from the saddle. He had his shoulder bandaged and his arm in a sling, and his feet were unsteady when they touched the ground. He leaned on Jimmy for support, face pale and drawn. Nate dismounted and tied both horses, then came to help support Jack on the other side.
"What happened?" asked Jimmy. "How bad is it? Did the sheriff - "
"Skeleton," grunted Jack. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine," said Jimmy. He and Nate hekped Jack to his room and he settled down onto the bed. "You're bleeding."
Jack waved him off when he reached for the blood-stained bandages. "S'fine, I'll change them later. Let me rest for now."
Nate shook his head sharply at Jimmy when Jimmy opened his mouth to argue, and when Jack was comfortable they went into the main room. "They were arguing," he said, answering Jimmy's question before he could ask it. "They didn't see a skeleton hiding in an outcropping, and Jack got shot."
"He'll be okay though, right?" asked Jimmy desperately. "It looked like it was just his shoulder."
"I'll be honest with you. I don't know," said Nate. "The wound itself is bad, but manageable. I'm more worried about infection." He looked Jimmy over. "It'll be a battle. What do you know about wound care?"
Scott moved around the house while Nate instructed Jimmy, tidying what he could. He was considering making lunch when Nate and Jimmy finished their conversation and stood up. "Oh, one other thing," said Nate. "It's about your friend."
"What about me?" asked Scott, moving to Jimmy's side.
"The sheriff wrote to some friends of his up north," said Nate. "Apparently there were some thefts in Stratos and some other nearby villages in the last year. I don't know why, but he's convinced himself you might know something about it."
"I can't imagine why," said Scott.
"Even so," said Nate, "he's bound to stop by in the next day or two. Might want to find a way to make yourself scarce until he's gone." He put his hat on and walked outside, and Jimmy followed.
"Thank you for your help," said Jimmy, sounding subdued but far less panicked than earlier.
Nate nodded and mounted his horse, then looked at the second one he had brought Jack in on. "I got that one in a poker game not long ago," he said, nodding toward it. "Keep him. Don't need or want a second one, and you'll be able to get to town faster if you need something."
Jimmy ran a hand over the bay snowflake coat, fingers lingering over a spot that looked like a bullseye pattern. "Thank you," he said again. Nate politely ignored the choked sound of Jimmy's voice, tipped his hat, and rode back toward town.
Jimmy spent the day caring for Jack, changing bandages and coaxing him to sip some broth when he wasn't sleeping. He was still sitting at Jack's bedside as the night went on, until Scott came in and kissed the top of Jimmy's head. "Come to bed," he whispered. "You need rest too."
Jimmy looked at his grandfather's face for a long moment before sighing and standing up and following him to bed. Scott comforted him as best he could with long kisses and soft, slow touches, then held him close until his breath finally evened out as he fell asleep.
In the quiet hour before dawn, Scott slipped out of bed, then looked at Jimmy's sleeping face and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered, then got dressed and picked up his already-packed satchel before sneaking silently into Jack's bedroom and over to the dresser. It didn't take long to find the bag of gold coins he knew would be there, and his fingers closed around it.
"Scott? What are you doing?"
Scott whirled around at the sleepy voice to see Jimmy standing in the doorway, lit by the dim light from the lantern in the corner. The dresser drawer slid shut with a quiet thud. "I woke early and thought I'd check his wound for you," said Scott. "I was looking for the bandages."
Jimmy frowned and looked at the roll of bandages sitting plainly on the bedside table, then back at the sack clutched in Scott's hand. A whirl of emotions crossed his face as all the pieces clicked together - confusion, surprise, anger, grief. "The sheriff was right to be suspicious, wasn't he?" he said slowly. "Was this your plan from the start?"
Scott stared back at him wide-eyed without an answer, and Jimmy laughed harshly. "Oh my god." He rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Shit. Of course."
Scott tried to find his tongue. "Jimmy, I - "
"You must have thought it was hilarious." Jimmy's voice was bitter. "A stupid, stupid farmboy, falling head over heels at a smile and a touch." His voice cracked. Scott stepped forward and reached for his arm, but Jimmy pulled away from him. "I think you should leave now." He sat in the chair by Jack's bedside, face impassive and back stiff.
Scott blinked back tears, but there was nothing he could say. He slipped the coin purse into his coat and walked away, and after his footsteps faded, Jimmy lay his head in his arms and cried.
Under Jimmy's care Jack pulled through the infection, but the winter that followed was hard, and by spring Jimmy found himself with a shovel in hand instead of a hoe. After he buried his grandfather he packed a bag, saddled up Bullseye, and gave the empty fields a long look before riding away.
Jimmy wandered aimlessly over the years, seeing all that he had dreamed of seeing. He saw well-traveled roads, snow-capped mountains and towering cities, dark, damp swamps and vast endless oceans, and as many people scattered across the world as there were stars in the sky. He still dreamed, but now he dreamed of a farmhouse on the savanna, of wheat fields and fishing on a river bank, and sometimes - more often than he'd like to admit - a flash of color on a never-changing horizon.
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In Lower Stratos, a new ruler visited the tradesmen of the village to get some supplies for the kingdom he was building in a meadow of flowers. "This ought to do for now," said the blacksmith, handing over a bundle of nails, hinges, and other fixtures Scott had requested.
"Thank you," said Scott, hoisting the bag over his shoulder. "This place has really grown since the last time I was in the area."
"Has it? How long has that been?" asked the man, counting the coins Scott handed over.
"Oh, years and years," said Scott. "Upper Stratos didn't even exist yet." The blacksmith seemed satisfied with the coin, but Scott lingered a moment longer. "There used to be a little town in the mesa," he said. "Do you know if it's still around?"
"You mean Tumble Town? Sure, it's still there. Done its own share of growing, especially since that new sheriff came in. First one they've had in ages." He put the coins away and leaned on the counter.
"There's a new sheriff?" asked Scott.
The blacksmith nodded. "Some traveller, blew in with the wind a couple years back and never left. Hard-working lad. He started helping ol' Nate whip the place into shape, and when he found the old badge, well, no one had any arguments against him putting it on." He rubbed his chin. "Let's see, what was his name? Started with a J. John? Jamie?" He hit his hand against his palm. "Jimmy! That was it. Sheriff Jimmy."
"Jimmy?" Scott's eyes widened in surprise. "I see. Thank you for the information, and the supplies." He walked outside and secured the bag to his llama before setting out for home.
He still had a lot of work to do to build his kingdom, but the mesa wasn't all that far away. Maybe, he thought, it wouldn't hurt for the newly-established ruler of Chromia to make an ambassadorial visit to the new sheriff of Tumble Town.
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kieflo · 5 days
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