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celestialprincesse · 3 months

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hii! can I just say how well you write anemic!reader? I’d love to get some more, it may sound cringe but I really feel seen when I read your works 😅 it would be great if we could get some more? ignore this if you don’t want to 🩵🩵

Stop!! I'm so so happy that my writing is something that you resonate with! That makes me all🥰🥹😚

Getting diagnosed as anaemic isn't necessarily surprising, but that doesn't make it any less upsetting that the strength of your body and immune system are solely reliant on supplements, transfusions and spinach.

What makes it worse is that your boyfriend is a perfect example of peak human strength and ability - biblically beautiful, strong and healthy. You can't help but to feel bad, feel like he deserves someone better, stronger, healthier. Someone who can keep up with him in the gym and who doesn't need to take a moment if they stand up too fast.

You can't wrap your head around his devotion to you, how much he adores having someone so soft and peaceful and gentle. You don't understand how much he likes having someone to protect, someone who needs him.

Simon doesn't see the bags under your eyes or the way your hands shake, he sees the blue veins under your skin like rivers and estuaries of life and love, supporting the existence of the person he loves more than life itself.

To Simon, your beauty lies in your imperfection, in the way you've been wronged by a body which you still take the time to nurture, which you refuse to give up on no matter how tiring or frustrating it gets.

He's proud of the fact you're able to find strength where others would fail to, that you don't let it define your life no matter how bad it gets.

Simon adores the peace that comes with your presence, the hazy, comforting softness. The fact that he can come home to you and just rest is heaven. He doesn't have a partner that wants to go hard in the gym or hike at 7AM - thank fuck. He does enough hard work and physical labour in his job, with you, he just wants languid days curled in bed, picnics and days baking in the kitchen.

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Tomfoolery

She wore bells in her hair. Big gold ones hung on the red ribbons weaved into her braids. The chimes bounced and jingled against her spine when she backflipped and sailed in gleaming arcs when she cartwheeled.

Apparently, she'd been part of a circus act before the prince's uncle bought her for the court. And with such a background, she could do all manner of oddities and diversions: contortions and gymnastics, juggling and skits of false clumsiness. She could balance knives on her nose like a seal--up to three at once. Her ribbon dancing was the prince's favorite, the way she made the cloth rush like a river current or swell like living flame. And on the days when everything failed to divert her royal charges, she did not shirk from their endless ammunition of rot, always armed with a bright, laughing smile. As if even in the face of yesterday's scrap pile, she too, was in on the joke.

The prince did not enjoy that last one, especially once he began noticing how the light in her grin never reached her eyes. They stayed dull and opaque all the time, like the frosted glass his father had installed in his windowpanes to keep him from staring out.

However, the prince's father and uncle seemed to revel in food-lobbing days, and it was after one such merriment involving the curdled remains of a creamed spinach dish and a rancid meat pie that the prince found her in the kitchen, swearing and ripping at the knots in her ribbons as she bent upside down in front of a half-filled wooden tub the prince was pretty sure, from the smell, had already been used for mass washing heads of cabbage.

"Can I offer you a hand?" he said.

She beat her bare toes into the wall of the tub with a yowl, flipping her hair back over her shoulders as she whirled to face him. For the first time, her eyes were clear, not shining with lovely laughter but deadly fire.

"Do I look like I want--" The flames doused, and her eyes went wide as silver coins as she registered his face. "Your Highness."

All at once she was on her knees, head nearly touching the greasy stone floor.

"I apologize, I didn't expect anyone of your..." she swallowed as if struggling past something foul, "standing to be here. In this part of the palace."

"Well, I used to come down and read next to the ovens, but I'm not quite so inconspicuous anymore. A little too big to hide behind the flour bags." He chuckled awkwardly. The jester did not smile. "Anyway, Catry said you'd be down here."

The jester leaned back on her heels, eyes narrowed. "That little--" She caught herself, gaze flicking warily back to the prince. "Angel! That little angel. So good of her to direct you to me. May I be of assistance, my prince?"

A warm blush spread up the prince's neck to the roots of his hair. He hadn't exactly thought about the peculiarity of a member of the royal family searching out the court jester. Many a servant could be spoken to on pretenses of orders, but he had no good excuse for why he'd be in search of her.

The truth sprang to his lips before he could think to smother it.

"I was wondering if you were alright. When Uncle thew that last pie, it looked like the tin-- Oh!" He canted his head toward the purple splotch making itself known under her left eye. "It's bruising."

His hand reached as if of its own accord, and she swiftly side-stepped, this time smoothly avoiding the lip of the tub. Her eyes narrowed even further. "I'm fine. Thank you, your majesty, but I assure you the bruise will not affect my performance. I'll have it covered and be ready to go by tomorrow."

Ice. Sharp, pristine, palace-perfect ice.

Right. That was about what he'd expected He had learned long ago that the people hired to serve and take care of him were not comfortable with his attention or friendship. What he meant as concern was always interpreted as criticism, expertly masked by royal politeness.

"I'm certain you will be." He paused, glancing over the tub and its room-temperature water. It was situated in an alcove at the very back of the kitchen, out of sight unless standing directly in front of it. He hadn't realized anyone might... He heated a little thinking about what would've happened if he had arrived a little later.

He pointed at the tub lamely.

"Would you like to use mine?"

As soon as it left his mouth he knew he'd made a mistake. She wouldn't even accept an inquiry on her well-being.

"What do you think I am?" she snapped, face red with embarrassment or fury or both. All decorum had fled. "Your uncle might have purchased me, and maybe to you, that makes me property. But I would rather be guillotined than accept the passes of a disgusting, spoiled, power-abusing, prince!"

The prince thrust up his hands, attempting to block the heat of some of her fire. "Th-that's not what I meant at all! Of course, I think you're beautiful, but I honestly only had your well-being in mind. I would never dream of--" His hands flew over his face, and he cringed as he found his cheeks hot to the touch. He pinkened at the slightest of embarrassments--something his father never ceased to remind him of--so right now he must be vibrant. "Excuse me."

His heart beat loudly in his ears, the blood rush making him a little dizzy.

"You're...really red."

A new wave of heat the prince didn't even realize could outdo the last one washed over him.

"I know."

"If you're this embarrassed just talking, how..." She trailed. "You were serious."

The prince didn't dare confirm or deny. Everything he said today had disastrous results.

"Why?"

He should just leave. Leave and pretend none of this ever happened. It wasn't like she could confront him about it later. But he also wasn't sure he could accept leaving her opinion of him tainted.

"Because that looks terrible." He jabbed a thumb at the foul water, his other set of fingers still clapped firmly over his eyes. "And they already treat you terrible. Me too I suppose. So I wanted...I simply thought you might like some help."

There was a long pause. So long, the prince half-wondered if she'd tiptoed around him while he hid his face in his hands. Finally, he peeked out through the cracks at her clenched jaw and dulled eyes. Reverted from the fiery phoenix of a few seconds ago to the submissive show bird of the court.

She locked onto his gaze. "No. Thank you. I appreciate, your highness's concern, but I fear my acceptance of such a magnanimous offer would not be appropriate. I fear I would tarnish your highness's name if anyone were to misunderstand. For this reason, I must also advise your highness not to seek me out."

A politically correct way of saying, 'Leave me alone.'

The prince's heart sank. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting of this encounter, but he couldn't help but feel he'd failed spectacularly.

"Right. Of course. I appreciate your heartfelt concern." He turned, moved a few steps, then turned again. "I-if you change your mind, about needing help, let me know. Alright? It's not personal. As a prince, I have all my subjects' best interests at heart."

A thin smile. "You have my word, your majesty."

That too, was all politeness, and maybe, at the heart of it, fear.

As the prince miserably retreated, he did not expect to hear from the jester again.

So it was rather a shock when she showed up at his bedroom window two days later, pale as a ghost and covered in blood.

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fivepointpalettes · 5 months

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River Spinach

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#Palette #Colour palette #Green #Blue

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archiveikemen · 9 months

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Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 5

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

The sky was clear the day after I walked along the river Thames with Harrison.

Victor: Let me lay out the blanket… there. Come on, sit here, Kate.

Victor: Ellis over there. Elbert next to Kate. Mm-hmm, good.

Victor: Alrighty. Allow me to show you my specially prepared picnic lunch right away. Taa-daa!

Kate: Wow!

(Amazing. There's roasted lamb, spinach quiche, and… too many dishes to count.)

Victor had the sudden idea to have a picnic in the garden, so there we were.

The picnic was hosted by Victor himself, and the attendees were Ellis, Elbert, and me.

Although Ellis and Elbert were practically kidnapped by Victor to attend…

They allowed themselves to be easily swept along without resisting, making them easy targets for the pushy Queen’s Aide.

Ellis: So this is why I saw you walking around with large bags last night. I thought you had humans stuffed inside them.

Victor: Haha, no way! My motto is to not ask the servants for help with things I can do by myself.

(Hm… the conversation is getting rather ominous, but let’s not pay attention to that.)

Victor: Well then, let us all put out hands together. Hey, Ellis. You haven't said “thank you for the meal” yet.

Ellis: Thank you for the meal. … Nom, nom.

Victor: Mmm, my youngest is so adorable. That's enough, Elbert. You can admire the butterflies later.

Elbert: … Okay.

The sunlight shining gently on the three beautiful faces made the scene before me look like a painting.

Victor: Sorry, Kate. Come, you should eat up too. There's plenty of food to go around.

Kate: Thank you, Victor. I shall take up your offer.

(Wow… this is delicious.)

Meals were usually prepared by the castle’s servants and they were always delicious, but I’ve never had anything that tasted as exquisite as Victor’s packed lunch.

(As expected of the Queen’s Aide. He can do anything better than anyone else.)

While I was admiring him, I felt a light tap on my right shoulder.

(...?)

Elbert: … Is this rock beautiful?

Elbert picked up an ordinary looking pebble with his beautiful fingers.

(Um…)

Kate: Right… it looks like an ordinary pebble to me.

Kate: But if you think it’s beautiful, then perhaps it is?

Elbert: … I’m not reliable when it comes to determining something’s beauty.

(Did I make him feel dejected?)

I started to panic, and this time I felt a tap on my left shoulder.

(...?)

Ellis: Here, biscuit with blueberry jam. It’s my favourite food, so I thought you might like it too.

Kate: …? Thanks?

Ellis: … Mm, you’re welcome.

Victor: Come on now, let’s not bother Kate too much. Today’s picnic is a celebration for her, you know.

Kate: A celebration? My birthday is still quite far away, though…

Victor: It’s to celebrate you beating Harrison in his own game. You were given the ‘OK’ to stay by his side, no?

I realised that he planned this gathering after knowing the results of my game with Harrison.

Kate: Yes, that’s right. Although, I think that Harrison was reluctant to agree to it.

Victor: Reluctantly agreeing is alright too. I believe this is still much better than completely not having any type of relationship with him.

Victor: As long as you’re not at 0, it can turn into a 1 or even a 100.

(1 or 100, huh. Yeah, that's right.)

In my fairytale report, I wrote that Harrison “never leaves people in the lurch” and that his fox curse caused him to get distracted whenever there's someone next to him.

(I still don’t know much. I want to know more about Harrison.)

Kate: It’d be nice if Harrison were here…

Harrison: What, did you call for me?

Kate: AHH!

I turned to look in the direction of that voice, and saw Harrison standing there languidly with an aloof smile.

Victor: Wow! This is the first time you’ve ever shown up at a picnic. What on earth is going on?

Ellis: I invited him.

Victor: You?

Ellis: … Yeah. Kate, you talk to Harrison often, don’t you?

Ellis: I thought it’d make you happy if Harrison’s here.

Ellis’ eyes contained a deep and dark glint.

Ellis: Hey. How happy are you right now…?

Kate: Happy? Uh…

Harrison: Yeah, yeah. No need to take this guy’s questions seriously.

Harrison: Scoot over, Ellis. I want to sit here.

Harrison sat next to me, our shoulders touching.

Ignoring the main dishes, Harrison went straight for the dessert and started stuffing himself.

Victor: Harrison, these are my specially made muffins. I used plenty of butter and whipped cream—

Harrison: The person who made them doesn't matter. What’s important is whether they taste good.

Victor: You are so cold! But I love that about you too.

(... I see. Harrison’s only here for the sweets.)

(But why am I feeling disappointed?)

Harrison: Hey.

Harrison stopped eating and peered into my face while sitting next to me.

Harrison: Are you disappointed that I’m not here for you?

I was startled by his words that sounded like he read my mind.

(He’s probably popular because of how casually he just says such things, but I’m not falling for any of his tricks.)

I believed that I had learned my lesson very well, after being lied to and teased on multiple occasions.

Kate: I’d never feel disappointed over such a thing.

Harrison: Hmm.

Harrison: … Seriously, you’re terrible at lying.

Harrison chuckled and said “thank you for the meal” before standing up.

Ellis: Where are you going?

Harrison: Work.

(Is he going for a mission? But why during daytime?)

As I wondered about it, Victor’s beautiful lips lifted into a gentle smile.

Victor: Outside of carrying out Her Majesty’s orders, the members of Crown are allowed to have their own occupations as well.

Victor: For example, William and Elbert are nobles, so they govern their territories and manage their assets. Ah, if I’m not mistaken, Ellis is…

Ellis: I’m an assistant in Jude’s trading company. Basically, I’m like an errand runner.

Victor: And Harrison works as a proofreader for a publishing company.

Kate: What does he do as a proofreader?

Harrison: I help writers during the process before their work is published, doing things such as checking for typing errors and plot holes.

Harrison: Recently I’ve been working together with writers to brainstorm for tricks to be used in their mystery novels.

Kate: Wow… your existence must be very reassuring to writers.

Harrison: That’s outside of my job scope as a proofreader. Anyway, I’m going out to gather reference materials today.

If I learnt more about what Harrison did outside the castle, I might discover new things about him.

Kate: Um, Harrison. If you’re alright with it, can I accompany you to work?

Harrison: As long as you don’t bother me. Do as you please.

Kate: Thank you so much!

…

To look for the reference materials Harrison wanted, we visited a bookstore in Leadenhall Market.

Harrison: … Yeah, this one’s good. Hm? This too.

Harrison's mint coloured eyes sparkled with joy as he picked up a few books one after another.

Then, he turned his eyes to me…

Harrison: Hey, do you read books?

Kate: I think I kind of enjoy reading. Being in a bookstore is making me excited.

Harrison: Yeah. I get that feeling.

Kate: You must really love books to even have a job related to them.

Harrison: I wouldn't say that I love them, but they've always been a presence in my life.

Harrison: My father was a police officer, and my mother was a teacher. They were always at work, so I spent my childhood reading books on my own.

Harrison: Ah.

(...?)

Harrison: A new book by Arthur Conan Doyle. Wow, he released a new book again.

Harrison picked up a book and looked at it with interest.

Kate: Are you a fan of this author’s works?

Harrison: Yeah. I’m a fan of mystery novels in general, but I didn't like this author right from the start.

Harrison: There was this one line that made him my favourite author.

Kate: What is it…?

Harrison: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”.

Harrison: I can’t really explain it very well… I just think it’s a good line.

Harrison looked brilliant while talking to me about the things he likes.

The darkness that once reflected in Harrison’s eyes seemed to have vanished, and they were now shining brightly like sunlight.

(... Harrison is definitely not lying this time.)

As he spoke, it felt like I was seeing his true feelings. My lips naturally relaxed, but I tried to hide my smile.

I didn't want to spoil the moment, I wanted to listen to him voice his true feelings for as long as possible…

I desperately tried to act calm while sitting next to Harrison.

…

After visiting a few bookstores, the sun was already setting.

(He went to so many bookstores to look for reference material for writing…)

The shadows of Harrison and I carrying bags filled with books, stretched out on the ground.

Walking slightly behind me again today, Harrison’s muttering melted away into the sunset.

Harrison: … I’m glad you came with me today, you know.

I turned and looked back at him, feeling surprised by the unexpected words.

Under the crimson sky, Harrison gazed at me and his lips lifted into a smile.

Harrison: Because I have an extra pair of hands to help me carry bags.

Kate: … I figured. It is my honour to be of service.

Harrison: Don’t sulk. I told you that your smile is not bad, didn't I?

Despite our bickering, I knew deep down that he didn't mean it.

The books in the bag Harrison was carrying were much heavier than mine.

(He can be mean sometimes, not all the time. As usual, I can’t read him at all.)

It felt like I was solving a mystery.

As a fairytale writer, I started desperately trying to solve a mystery called “Harrison”.

…

Harrison: Liam. Are you not going to drink that strawberry milk? Give it to me, then.

Liam: Sure. Woah, you’re adding way too much sugar, Harry. Ugh, Just looking at it is enough to give me heartburn.

Harrison: Mm, delicious.

He was a huge fan of sweet food, and especially strawberry milk.

…

Jude: You’re reading a mystery novel again. Do you never get tired of them?

Harrison: I always end up reading what I like. Next time, lend me the book you’re reading.

Jude: If you pay for it.

Reading was his hobby, he especially enjoyed mystery novels.

…

Victor: And now, I shall show you a magic trick that will shock the entire world.

Liam: Wow— *clapping* Good luck, Victor.

Victor: Believe it or not, from this empty bag, I—

Harrison: You’re going to make it look like a dove, but pull out a piglet instead.

Victor: What was that for!?

Harrison: Who knows?

He was especially great at seeing through the tricks in Victor’s magic tricks.

And then…

…

(William told me to wake Harrison up…)

I knocked repeatedly on his room door, but there was no response.

(Oh, the door is slightly open. … It should fine for me to go inside, I guess.)

I went into his room.

≪ Setting: Harrison’s bedroom ≫

In the clean room, Harrison lay asleep on the pure white sheets on his bed.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing him look so defenceless. He looks much more youthful with his eyes closed.)

(W-What am I staring for? I have to hurry and wake him up—)

Harrison: You’re going to stare a hole into me if you keep that up.

Kate: Were you awake the entire time!?

Harrison: You thought I was asleep, so you stood there staring at me?

Harrison: … “What” were you trying to do by staring so hard at me?

Kate: Nothing in particular!

Harrison: Hmm?

He was also good at making my heart go crazy.

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justmemethings · 1 year

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Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strike-thru what they hate.

Taste:

Touch:

Scent:

Sound:

Sight:

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#rp meme #rp memes #fill in memes #hc meme #ooc memes #five senses #headcanon memes

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cody-the-cat · 1 year

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I like to imagine that Fake Peppino lives with Peppino but wanders off to explore sometimes and likes mimicking all the animals he sees. Sometimes he brings frogs home. (Peppino isn't very happy about it)

And whenever Peppino makes pizza with spinach on it, Fake Peppino smiles at him (doing his version of puppy eyes) until he makes him one. Every time Peppino gives him one, he leaves for a few hours.

(He's feeding the tadpoles of the local frog family living in the river nearby. They love him :))

#fake peppino #peppino #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower #wholesome fake peppino #fake peppino loves frogs #the frogs think he's just a weird looking giant frog

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ilikedetectives · 23 days

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Vietnamese vermicelli snails soup with river crab broth, shrimp meatballs, fried tofu, tomatoes, shrimp paste, bean sprouts and a bunch of herbal leaves 🤤 also Vietnamese water spinach OwO

#the soup is takeout I don't have the skills to cook that asdasdsaads #the veggies I stir fry XD #I got food coma right after #cw food #personal

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bookgeekgrrl · 3 months

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My media this week (18-24 Feb 2024)

i'll always prefer the og but this iteration is entertaining

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 The Old Codgers Greatest Hits Album (AggressiveWhenStartled, author; quietnight, narrator) - 57K series, canon-divergent stucky co-starring peter parker. Reread of this hilarious forever fave where first teenage peter is forced to deal with two body-swapped geriatric supersoldiers and then bucky is forced to deal with two teenage spidermen trying (and failing) to stealthily rescue their "dog". Great podfic by quietnight, absolute hilarity

🥰 History of American Capitalism (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 85K, shrinkyclinks college AU with superstar QB!Bucky & history nerd Steve - incredible found family dynamics, can't believe @zenaidamacrouras1 made me actually really get into an AU that involved both undergrads AND football. The nerve! The talent! (the fic is single POV but there's an amazing companion piece that's Bucky's convos with this sister that give a his POV on some of it and it's equally amazing)

💖💖 +347K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Half sleep, half waking (softestpunk) - The Sandman & Rivers of London crossover: dreamling, 8K - amazing crossover! I wish there was 60K of this for me to read

Road to Joy (Oddree13) - Stranger Things: steddie, 25K - latest chapter in this omegaverse steddie series that I absolutely adore

Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - reread; forever fave WS recovery fic with lots of softness in the form of: knitting, dancing, soap making and senior citizens

Red, White & Royal Goose (fairestfaerie) - RWRB: alex/henry, 7K - I just love a good Soulmate Goose of Enforcement fic

This Sunlit Land (eyres) - MCU: stucky, 38K - wonderful canon/timeline-divergent WS recovery AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Resident Alien - s1, e1-3

QI - series S, ep 7-9

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Fall of New York City" (s7, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Heaven and Hell on Earth" (s7, e2)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Stress Tested" (s21, e7)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Negroni and a Bowl of Spinach" (s16, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s2, e16-22; s3, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Kimberly Drew

The Sporkful - Can A Restaurant Makeover Make Diners Spend More?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Boston’s Blue Hill

Short Wave - The Life And Death Of A Woolly Mammoth

Desert Island Discs - Sheku Kanneh-Mason, cellist

I Said No Gifts! - Jay Jurden Disobeys Bridger

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Where Does Fani Willis Go From Here?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - World’s Loneliest House

⭐ Switched on Pop - Adult Contemporary, but make it cool (with CHROMEO)

Shedunnit - The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club (Green Penguin Book Club 1)

Up First - Julian Assange Extradition Hearing, Egypt Buffer Zone, Louisiana Special Session

Today, Explained - The Panama Canal is drying up

It's Been a Minute - Jada Pinkett Smith, the artist

Vibe Check - Welcome to Tip Check

Outward - True Detective: Night Country’s Lesbian Subtext

⭐ Code Switch - Why menthol cigarettes have a chokehold on Black smokers

Short Wave - When The Sun Erupts

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Stone of Destiny

⭐ 99% Invisible #571 - You Are What You Watch

Films To Be Buried With - Tyler James Williams

Ologies with Alie Ward - Black Hole Theory Cosmology (WHAT ARE BLACK HOLES?!) Part 1 with Ronald Gamble, Jr.

Off Menu - Ep 226: Noel Fielding

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Thank You Please Come Again' pays homage to Southern gas station food shops

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Soldiers National Museum

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Jake Tapper on American Political Scandal

⭐ Throughline - Dance Yourself Free (Throwback)

If Books Could Kill - The Better Angels of Our Nature

Our Opinions Are Correct - We Don't Give a F*ck About Canon

⭐ Today, Explained - Fight at the Museum

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Bagels

Dear Prudence - My Friend Has a Master’s Degree in Lying. Help!

What Next: TBD - The Coasts are Sinking

Short Wave - Didn't Get A Valentine's Love Song? These Skywalker Gibbons Sing Love Duets

Endless Thread - Endless Thread: The Musical

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Industrial Musicals

Strong Songs - "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden

You're Dead to Me - Queen of Sheba [turned out to be really perfect timing to have this knowledge right before getting to certain relevant bits in my current read The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi]

It's Been a Minute - Have we hit celebrity overload? Plus, Miyazaki's movie magic

Simply Reflecting - Did You Say Delusional?

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Bon Soir, Barbra

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chromeo

Living Colour

Chicago House Foundation

Presenting Soundgarden

Swing Fever [Rod Stewart & Jools Holland] {2024}

Adult Contemporary [Chromeo] {2024}

Campfire Classics

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nikethestatue · 1 year

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Rest Your Weary Head

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Just some fluff

It’s family dinner time at the River Estate. Everyone is at the table, and the conversation is flowing merrily. There is delicious beef stew, creamy mashed potatoes, there is horseradish sauce, and sauteed spinach with garlic and herbs. Rhys put out a few of his good bottles of wine and both Mor and Cassian are helping themselves unabashedly.

Nesta is feeding Nyx mashed potatoes and he is grabbing her fingers and the spoon, trying to hurry her up, his fat little hand banging on his high chair impatiently. He is grunting with utter pleasure. The mash is quite amazing and a delight to his 10-month old palate.

Everyone is at the table. They are laughing and joking and teasing each other as usual.

The only person missing is Azriel.

The wind is blowing outside and it’s cold, snow whipping against the windows.

Elain quietly disappeared into the kitchen, promising to bring another basket of dinner rolls. No one notices, since she and the twins usually serve dinner, and she comes and goes as she pleases. Besides, Azriel isn’t here to hold everyone back and make them wait until she is seated.

“Are you alright?”

Feyre’s been observing her sister for the past few minutes--her posture straight, almost like Nesta’s. Elain is dressed in a plain, but form-fitting velvet dress. Cobalt of course. She always seemed to be wearing something cobalt lately. Elain hadn’t noticed her sister’s scrutiny, which isn’t surprising. Elain’s been stationary and absorbed in looking out the window, peering into the darkness, lightly fingering the little rose necklace that she never took off.

“He’ll be home soon,” Feyre said gently, her voice quiet, as she grabbed the rolls and piled them into the basket.

Elain turns to her abruptly, ready to argue, looking to deny Feyre’s implication, but then she falls silent and smiles sadly, before turning back to the window and resuming her vigil.

...It’s late and Nyx’s been in bed for hours, having eaten all the mashed potatoes, a generous lashing of gravy, and custard for his dessert.

When Azriel materialises in the kitchen, silent and sodden and thoroughly exhausted, no one notices.

He stops and watches Elain, who is wearing his favourite colour. She turns to him and her smile lights up the kitchen. His world.

“I saved you a plate,” she says simply.

He knows.

She always does.

She always waits up for him.

They have to pretend.

Elain is savvy. She understands her role, her matehood, and how politics are tied into her compliance and obligation.

But it doesn’t stop her from waiting for the shadowsinger.

She sets a plate of beef stew in front of him, as he collapses heavily in the chair. He isn’t ready to go out there. He wants to be with her. He doesn’t want to see anyone. He wants to be with her.

There is a separate bowl piled with mashed potatoes. His favourite. She knows. She knows everything about him.

His wings droop on the floor and he doesn’t think that he has the strength to lift them. As he digs into his mash, savouring the first delectable bite of smooth, rich comfort, Elain kneels near his feet and gingerly gathers his wings, lifting them off the floor and places them on a bench behind him.

He smiled and thanks her silently.

She sits across from him and props her cheek, watching him eat.

“This is delicious,” he admits at last.

She serves him food all the time. Sometimes, she serves him food in front of her mate. She serves him food in front of Rhysand. In front of Eris. Once, she served him food in front of Beron, at a High Lord’s dinner.

...Rhysand wanted to speak with his spymaster. He knew that Azriel returned from him mission, having felt his presence in the house.

Elain sat by the fire, cradling Azriel’s head on her lap. The invincible shadowsinger slept soundly on the sofa, resting his weary head in her lap. Rhysand watched.

Azriel slept beside his mate.

#azriel and elain #elriel #elriel fanfic #my writing #elain archeron #rest your weary head #one shot

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darehearts · 4 months

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outofangband · 1 year

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The Cavalry of Maglor’s Gap and Lothlann and other world building for the region (Part One)

World Building Masterlist

Like my other Fëanorian World Building posts I focus mainly on layout/hierarchy, population, resources and trade, and homes and construction.

Please always feel free to ask more! For this location or any others! And feel free to suggest locations for world building posts

Maglor’s Gap is an area of Northeastern Beleriand. It lies at the Southern end of the plains of Lothlann with the March of Maedhros on the West and Mount Rerir and Thargelion at the East.

We sadly know very little about the horsemen of Maglor other than that they were burned alive in Lothlann during the Dagor Bragollach. But as Tolkien World Building is my favorite thing, here’s some speculation

The cavalry is made up of over 300 Noldorin riders though duty is cycled so there is usually a group of twenty to fifty inactive or in less intensive tasks They are primarily a defensive measure, protecting Eastern Beleriand from invasion from the North.

Most carry a sword though there are a significant number of archers as well. The cavalry is highly disciplined and trained in both solo and smaller missions as well as coordinated combat operations involving large numbers

The Cavalry live in a number of low, wooden halls located in the foothills. Smaller, cabin like stations dot the route North towards Ard Galen where some stay during longer missions

The horses are bred in Lothlann and graze largely in the wild plains and meadow steppes. About forty elves are involved full time in their care during the watchful peace. The number drops during more dangerous times

The organization and governance of the gap is somewhere between that of the highly organized and fortified Himring and the loosely governed Himlad with no central citadel. Few records are kept and non military positions outside healers are largely temporary and shared ones, the exception being a few who deal primarily with trade and the acquisition of resources

On that note, resources primarily come from Eastern Beleriand with some imports from East of the Ered Luin and elsewhere in Beleriand. Fiber crops are not grown in the Gap and materials for clothing are accessed through trade with Thargelion*. The material is generally already processed and cleaned and requires only fashioning into clothes. Linen, wool, and silk are the most used with other furs going into linings. Leather is also imported from Himlad and Thargelion.

Some clothing is made by individuals who acquire the materials through hunting

*who also get many materials from elves, men and dwarves East of the Ered Luin

Maglor’s Gap does have a small fortress in the more mountainous Northeast near the border to Thargelion. This served temporarily as Maglor’s own home too. It was built from stone and earth to blend into the surrounding landscape (though most was above ground unlike Nargothrond

Fish from the two nearby rivers and various streams are caught often for food and are eaten more than other meat. Seeds and bread made from various flours are also eaten along with often bitter wild vegetables such as wild spinach, purslane, lamb’s quarters, red and green dandelions, etc. Salt is another traded resource. Butter and any other dairy products are somewhat rare. Goat milk products are available somewhat more than cow as goat and sheep are more common in Eastern Beleriand

The majority of the Cavalry perished during Dagor Bragollach. The rest fled towards Himring with a small number traveling further South

#the silmarillion #beleriand #Maglor’s Gap #Maglor #Maedhros #fëanorians #musing and meta

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angelparadox · 4 months

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FIVE SENSES HEADCANONS

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tagging: anyone who wants to do it idc

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