#the folk of the faraway tree

[icouldbeaduck]

nothing pissed me off as a child more than when mr fucking watzisname found out what his name was and then fucking forgot what it was

#just fucking write it down you dumbass #enraged #mr watzisname #magic faraway tree #the enchanted wood #the magic faraway tree #the folk of the faraway tree #enid blyton #books #children’s books #posting in chemistry #it’s time for katie’s opinion

[herbirdglitter]

Controversial opinion but not really for the Enid Blyton kids out there,

Moonface was gay. As the day is long. I have no evidence to support this but I believe it wholeheartedly.

And Saucepan Man was ace.

The fairy is a lesbian and Dame Washalot is an ace lesbian.

#magic faraway tree #the folk in the faraway tree #enid blyton

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Renew As A Crew/Hoist The Ads; Cast & Crew Sightings; Queerties; Twitter Watch parties; Articles; Reasons to keep fighting; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonights Taika;

== Renew As A Crew / Hoist The Ads ==

Tumblr Post / Twitter Post /Instagram Post

Link to vote

==Cast & Crew Sightings==

While the sighting hasn't occurred yet... looks like Vico Ortiz, Nathan Foad, and Con O'Neill will all be attending Galaxy Con in San Jose on August 16-18, 2024 at the San Jose Mcenery Convention Center. Tickets available now. Src: _irene_adler on IG

One thing to note.. Chaos dad has been pretty consistent about reaching out every 3 days-ish lately.. I'm interested to see if tomorrow he shows up again. Just a theory.

== Queerties ==

If you're down, please vote for the Queerties each day! If you want to just vote for OFMD categories, feel free to visit: TV Comedy Best TV Performance Wanna help another Taika/Rhys verse Queertie? Vote for Kaimana for Best Film Performance in Next Goal Wins!

==Twitter Watch Parties==

Sadly, today #PirateOmens came to an end, but our friend @dandeebakes is already fast at work getting other cool Watch parties together! Please send them some love!

=HuntForThePirateHome=

HuntForThePirateHome Watch Party Starts Sunday Jan 28 at 3 PM EST, 12 PT, 8 PM GMT. Hashtags for that event are:

#HuntForThePirateHome

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

Thank you to @blueberreads for catching these trends on twitter during the Pirate Omens watch, definitely kept engagement up.

==LubeAsACrew==

#LubeAsACrew is back on 1/31/24 at 4PM PT, 1PM ET. Next up are S1 Episodes 5, 6, 7.

== How To Help ==

How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US

==Articles==

15 Things We’ll Miss About ‘Our Flag Means Death’

2024’s Canceled Shows, for Your Final Consideration

Relisting The Guardian's article from yesterday because they've opened comments, and it can help with engagement so feel free to comment on it now!

Also, @itsmfgames Has been kind enough to be keeping up a running list of Articles about the campaigns -- so if you have the time and want to go catch up on some articles, please checkout the guide below and visit this google doc for the list! It's been added to the Daily Renewal List for both US and Outside-US, so feel free to check it out there as needed.

== Reasons to Keep Fighting ==

Throwing in some great points from our tumblr folks regarding the cancellation that really helped me feel pumped today.

@celluloidbroomcloset's Our Flag Means Death was cancelled because it’s gay.

@queerly-autistic's break down on why Not All Fan Campaigns Are The Same.

@saltpepperbeard's reasoning for Clinging Onto Hope

@tulipseason's lovely reasons The Show Is Irreplaceable

== Love Notes ==

Alright lovelies. I have so many words to say about how great you all are, how much I love you (and I'm sure you're tired of hearing them), but I went back to work today after 7 days of being sick and now my brain is mush. So instead I'm going to put the text of one of my son's books in here because I think every one of us should feel loved like we were when we were 5.

On The Night You Were Born - By Nancy Tillman On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” Because there had never been anyone like you… ever in the world. So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain, that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name. It sailed through the farmland High on the breeze… Over the ocean… And through the trees… Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you. Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes. When the polar bears heard, they danced until dawn. From faraway places, the geese flew home. The moon stayed up until morning next day. And none of the ladybugs flew away. So whenever you doubt just how special you are and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,  Listen for geese honking high in the sky. (They’re singing a song to remember you by.) Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo. (It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!) Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind. (Listen closely… it’s whispering your name again!) If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decides to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile… For never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again… Heaven blew every trumpet And played every horn On the wonderful, marvelous Night you were born

== Daily Darby / Tonights Taika ==

The gifs today are courtesy of our lovely @ofmd-ann who blesses us every day with gifs that make me swoon. Darby / Taika

Warning to all you gif makers, I'm gonna be bugging the crap out of you soon for permission to share on these recaps :P -- feel free to say no!

#ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd #save ofmd #hoist the ads #renew as a crew #save our flag means death #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #rhys darby #blackbonnet #taika waititi

[irrlicht-writes]

forget-me-not

And you’ll strew some sage and lilies And roses where I rot Of all the flowers you picked I knew you would forget forget-me-nots

~*~

Sometimes, Jaskier stares into nothing.

Over the years, Geralt watches him and he doesn’t understand. He never asks, because Jaskier is simple. But sometimes, Jaskier stares and Geralt wonders what he’s seeing.

“Geralt,” the bard asks one day, mindlessly strumming his lute, “have you ever seen one of the fair folk?”

“No,” Geralt replies, “at least not to my knowledge. They are tricky creatures; you’d best to stay away from them. Why do you ask? Writing a song about them?”

“No,” the bard replies, “I was just wondering. Is there a way to tell if you meet them?”

“Do you think you met one?”

Jaskier blinks up at him, his lute forgotten in his arms. Geralt’s rarely seen Jaskier so unfocused and it worries him a little. Is the bard catching sick? He’s usually incredibly hardy. Jaskier looks to the side, away from Geralt, into the forest around them. He doesn’t answer.

Geralt listens. He can’t hear anything out of the ordinary, just the normal sound of the woods. Somewhere there is a nest of Nekkers, and Geralt hopes it’ll be a contract in the next village.

Jaskier tears himself away from the forest and starts moving again.

“I’m just wondering,” he whispers, almost to himself and Geralt isn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to hear that.

The bard plays a soft melody but he doesn’t sing. He doesn’t look behind him and Geralt worries he might just disappear completely. Slowly, Roach starts moving, following the bard’s lead.

The day had been normal before, but now, now it feels eerie. It feels like someone else is watching. However, when he looks around, Geralt cannot see anyone beyond the trees.

In the tavern, the bard returns to normal, all talk of fair folk forgotten. Geralt breathes a sigh of relief, almost audibly. Jaskier is weird, when he isn’t his usual, chatty self. The bard performs songs for the crowd, securing them a room and a hearty meal for the evening. Tomorrow, Geralt will look for the alderman about the Nekker nest. Today, he will drink the bad ale in the tavern and watch Jaskier perform.

The Witcher isn’t sure why, but he’s hesitant to leave. This time, this feels precious, like he wants to remember this. When Jaskier spots him at the table in the crowd, he smiles. Geralt feels like he has to treasure it.

And it scares him.

Jaskier is humming.

“Sing the song to me?”

“No, I can’t.”

Jaskier is humming.

“Your bard is floating.”

“I told you not to hex him.”

Yennefer scoffs. “Oh, I’d wish. But look.”

Geralt looks.

Jaskier sits at the campfire Geralt made and Yennefer is right; he’s floating. He’s humming the same tune he had been humming a few days ago, with a faraway look in his eyes. By all rights, he should hear them, but he doesn’t react. Quietly, he is humming, staring into nothing.

“I’m worried. He’s been – off, for a while now. When I leave him for winter – I don’t –“

“You want me to watch over him? That’s not going to happen, Geralt, I’m not your dog.”

Geralt sighs. He hadn’t meant that. He is simply worried. Summer is nearing its end, and he cannot take the bard with him to the Keep. Not only because of his brothers and Vesemir, but also because Jaskier would be so terribly bored after a week.

Jaskier stops humming and looks up. He doesn’t look at them, yet he seems to listen to something nonetheless.

“Jaskier?” Geralt calls out to him but the bard doesn’t react. His eyes are transfixed above the flame, staring into the trees again. He moves his lips, but no sound comes out.

“Bardling?”

Jaskier turns his head toward them and still, he can’t fix his eyes on them.

“Geralt,” he whispers, “what does the fair folk look like?”

Geralt gets up immediately. “Where did you see them?”

Jaskier shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he whispers desperately, “I can’t. I’m scared.”

He resumes his humming, louder this time, with utter despair laced into it.

Geralt scans the treeline, but he finds nothing.

“Geralt,” Yennefer says.

Geralt turns and he sees the witch holding the bard’s hand.

“Your bard is floating.”

And Geralt can see him float away, even though Yennefer tries so hard.

*

Jaskier picks flowers in a field.

Geralt and Yennefer are standing a distance away, Roach sticking close to the bard. She seems to be picking flowers for her mane for the man to braid into it.

The wind is soft today, and there’s no cloud in the sky.

Jaskier is slipping through Geralt’s hands and he doesn’t know what to do. Whatever fair folk Jaskier might be seeing, Geralt can never find them.

That evening, Geralt doesn’t complain when Jaskier braids his hair full of flowers. The bard laughs and behind them, the flowers are softly waving.

In Geralt’s hair, there are forget-me-nots.

“Promise me, Geralt,” Jaskier says one day.

“Hm?”

They are lying on the earth, looking up into the starry night sky above them.

“Forget me not, when I’m gone?”

“I’m not letting you go.”

Jaskier laughs, a melody on the wind.

“Darling, I’m already on the path.”

~*~

On this day, it rains.

When Geralt turns, the path behind him is empty.

*

Years, and years later, when Geralt is older than he ever thought he would be, he finds himself at the coast.

He remembers a bard, young and yearning.

We could head to the coast, eh?

They could have.

The horse under him is Roach, but she doesn’t remember a bard. And yet, Geralt catches her watch the woods sometimes, like she’s looking for something.

Geralt is watching too. He’s never found the fair folk, never found the path the bard had taken.

He thinks about leaving. He thinks about dying.

He’d die in battle is what he always thought. But now, fights are his no longer.

The waves in the distance are soothing and Geralt closes his eyes.

If he forgets he’s at the coast, the waves sound much like humming from so long ago.

I can hear the cannons calling As though across a dream And I can smell the smoke of hell In every stitch and seam And like flowers, the bodies tumble Around this muddied lot I cannot hear them scream "Forget me not"

On this day, it doesn’t rain.

When Geralt turns, there is someone behind him on the path.

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #dandelion #the witcher netflix #the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #irrlicht writes #geraskier #listen i know this is weird #experimental

[luminous-letters]

How about enemies to lovers with a vampire!Vil and a vampire hunter reader?

Sanguine and Silver

"Of hunter and prey, of gunner and game. A tango between a wanderer and a man fanged-fair."

The fog had been there since the beginning. A stalwart sentinel of the land, who firmly stood long before folk settled and rooted civilization upon its soil. Come rain, come snow, it was there, still.

You ran, bare feet pounding against the uneven ground beneath. Carry on, run for your life. Frightened deer, hunter-turned-prey, run till the chase stops. And pray that it ends in your favor.

Escape, for dead men tell no tales. Dead men taste not the addictive cold of alcohol nor savor the heaven that was meals, for only the cold of the earth lies for the dead.

You ducked and dashed till you found cover. You hid amongst the bushes and foliage. Careful as a mouse, holding your breath lest it finds you. It, who feeds upon life. Vil Schoenheit— a vampire.

You hoped the tranquil scent of the soil and flora would mask the adrenaline that pumped throughout your body, and you wished that the sparrows sang loud enough to overshadow the incessant pounding in your chest.

The bruises ache, and the scratches burn. It felt like a searing knife dragged its edge along your skin, sending waves upon waves of phantom pains across your beat and battered body.

Crimson drops seeped into the land below, staining it. The coppery scent grew stronger, more potent with each passing second. You stilled, hearing a cackle followed by the crunch of leaves and twigs. It grew louder.

Your grip on the blade never faltered. The inscribed silver of the dagger shone coldly under the moonlight, awaiting the next monster that should fall victim to it.

"You offer a good chase, I'll give you that," he chuckled. Vil Schoenheit looked like he didn't even break a sweat.

"I'll kill you, just you wait," you spat venomously. Your eyes held fire, fire that held the intent to burn him on the stake.

Vil only laughed harder.

"I'll be waiting till the day comes," he looked down at your injured figure, the lilac jewels that were his irises flashed traces of concern...? Pity? It made you sick to the core.

I don't need your pity. I hate it.

You positioned yourself and lunged with all the strength you had left. Circle in for the kill, your mind screamed. For he is game, and you are his hunter.

The blade shall tear through immortal flesh, and the essence that holds life shall spill out. The village shall be liberated, free from the behemoth that plagues the shadows. And you will revel in fame and riches.

Let us prey.

You tore through, but only slightly. He was fast. A powerful kick parried his demise. And that same strike sent you hurling towards a faraway tree.

You hacked up blood, sure that your bones have been shattered to pieces from the impact. Slowly, your vision grew dark.

"Insolent fool..." you heard him say, his words became blurred by your gradual slip of consciousness.

Your mind withdrew, overloaded by the great pains, fears, and panics nonstop. Just then, you felt waves against your feet and a voice behind your ear.

"Not yet," the voice, that sounded of wind upon ash, consoled. Its tone was that of a consoling parent.

You awoke. The sensation of falling jolted your senses into action.

You felt the luxurious satin sheets of the bed.

You tasted a bitterness that lingered on your palate.

You saw faint sunlight, glowing faintly through half-open curtains.

You heard footsteps against the hardwood floor.

Your body felt heavy. The aches of last night hadn't faded completely, but they became bearable enough for you to move.

"You're awake, I see," the voice, no doubt, belonged to Vil.

"Why are you doing this..." you narrowed your eyes, inching towards your blade on the nightstand. What is he to gain from this?

He stepped closer, smirking when he saw you reach for the dagger. Closer and closer, he tested the boundaries between you both.

"You should be grateful. But here you are throwing a fit," he said with a sigh, still ignoring the darkened expression on your face.

"You haven't answered my question," you gritted. "Why would something like you save me? To treat me like cattle? To hunt and release, then hunt again?"

Vil rolled his eyes. "I don't plan on killing you simply because I have my morals. Drink blood... I haven't done that for so long. And I don't plan on doing it anytime soon," he explained.

"Though, the latter sounds tempting. I might try it sometime if you're still foolhardy enough to threaten me again."

You laughed, refusing to believe a word that Vil said. Morals? Bullshit.

"I'll kill you."

"You couldn't do so even if you tried."

Quick, like a flash, you took your dagger with the intent of finally finishing the job— to kill Vil.

You didn't expect your body to freeze on the spot. Pathetically, you fell to the floor, unable to move a muscle. You felt like stone, a crude statue. You can't even avert your gaze from a Vil that couldn't hold his laughter.

He picked you up with ease, giving you a loud 'tsk' like a parent would do to their child. "You're not so keen, aren't you?"

Why can't I move?

"Why can't you just sit quietly. I'm even treating you myself. Be thankful at least," Vil lay you down on the bed. A flick of his fingers broke the curse, your entire body felt like putty from the sudden change.

"I'll kill you, I promise you."

"That's nice."

You grabbed the blade again, only to lose all mobility once more. Another sigh escaped from Vil's lips.

"This might take a while."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn!mc #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst oneshot #twst fanfiction #writing #my writing #answered ask #enemies to lovers #a breath a tale blog event #i rise up from the dead i do it all the time #twst fanfic

[flowertrigger]

Desert Island Discs

Tagged by @jamilas-pen and @a-noble-dragon @saraminia 🤍

You're stranded on a desert island, but you can pick eight recordings, a book and a luxury item to have with you. You get the complete works of Shakespeare and the Bible/other appropriate religious or philosophical book as a 'freebie'. The luxury item must be inanimate and of no use in escaping the island or allowing communication from outside. What do you take? Say as much or as little as you like about why you made those picks

Please know this was so hard!! At first I thought 'recordings' meant whole albums and then I read your list and was very wrong 😅

Recordings

Jimmy Eat World - A Praise Chorus This isn’t my all time favourite JEW song but it is still very much loved and it's a really fun song to sing along to, has a great beat, is motivational and I can listen to it over and over - all qualities I think would be important if I’m stuck on a desert island.

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody A song with multiple genres, also fun to sing along to, and goes for six minutes? Yes plz.

Erik Satie - Gymnopédies A melancholic piece of music for when my brain is tired of listening to words. It’s beautiful to listen to if you concentrate on it but also something to have on that’s not invasive just to quell silence without even realising. I'll lay on the beach and ponder about life and when the hell I'm going to be rescued.

Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way I love the rhythm of this song and I can see myself dancing in the sand to it.

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Ramin Karimloo and Hadley Fraser specifically this version. The beginning is so fun to watch. Their voices together are beautiful and powerful. I watch it multiple times every time I come across it. And I need some show tunes to get me through my days.

Taking Back Sunday - There’s No ‘I’ In Team My favourite TBS song. I’m not sure I’ll ever grow out of being an emo kid and to me the album this song is from is genre defining.

Noah Reid - Runaway Obviously I have to have an olreid tune and this is one of those songs that I can listen to over and over and it feels new each time.

Of Monsters and Men - Crystals This is another song that I can just have on repeat and it feels like it’s scratching an itch in my ear. I think it’s the rhythm section - so bold, but also the melody is just pretty and relaxing. Also a great sing along song.

Book

The Faraway Tree Series - Enid Blyton I think this was harder than the songs. Mainly because I can't think of a book I've read more than once in the recent past. But when I was a kid I was obsessed with this series, in particular The Folk Of The Faraway Tree and reread it so many times I could recite pages of it verbatim. This would be a nice easy, escapism read.

Luxury Item

Does an entire bed and all it's accoutrements count as one thing? If not then I'll just take the doona, because I can't sleep if it's cold and I'd imagine that a deserted island would be quite cool at night. Also I can use it as a tent like thing during the day and hopefully it'll cover me from creepy crawlies at night too.

This was v fun to think about!

I'll no pressure tag @ramonaflow @stargazer56 @carolrain @tyfinn if they want to play 🏝️

#tag game

[the-knights-who-say-book]

another self indulgent book poll! which of these books i’m “currently reading” (some are on indefinite hold)…

they’re listed from first started to most recently started. don’t @ me about never having finished dracula daily i’m already ashamed

#abi poll

[pacifymebby]

Hello! 1-3 and 5 for the book ask. If you’ve already answered those numbers, feel free to choose a different number. 🙂

Eek thank you xxx

How many books did you read this year?

Every year I set out to read loads every year I fail miserably!!!

25, if I'd finished half the ones I wanted to it would be closer to about 35 but I get distracted easily and my moods or interests change too quickly at the moment.

I might really start trying to read again though

Did you reread anything? What?

The dear green place / Archie Hind, God's Silence and Kindertotenwold both by Franz Wright. I also reread a few Daisy Johnston short stories and some Mariana Enriquez too!

I reread the birds by Daphne Du Maurier, Pride and Prejudice and also the faraway tree books and brambley hedge haha.

What were your top five books of the year?

Eat Or We Both Starve - Victoria kenefick

Eating disorder poetry at the peak of my relapse it was comforting to read someone who understood

Pine - Francine Toon (honestly wasn't ground breaking literature but it gripped me, it spooked me, it made me long to live in a little Scottish village, it featured the term peely wally)

The Story of a New Name - Elena Ferrante

I fucking love everything this womans ever written I think she's a fucking genius

Slowness - Milan Kundera

Kind of gorgeous, beautiful lyrical prose made me love writing again felt like I was reading something genuinely profound and thoughtful.

Gods Silence - Franz Wright

I reread this again this year his poetry speaks to me on such a spiritual level I adore adore adore him

What genre did you read the most of?

I got very into horror this year I think that's mostly what I read, folk horror specifically that's really my jam

[lilflowerpot]

I'm like a bloodhound that seeks worldbuilding fuel and worldbuilding fuel only— one time I was like “...the fuck is a matriarch tree” and then hours later came back out the other end, head buzzing with mycorrhizal fungi and plants that apparently have eyes. Or I'd sink so many hours just listening to YouTube videos about various mythologies (OSP in particular is a favourite haunt of mine)— I just can't help it. No wonder I zeroed in on you from the first post I saw, lol. I still can't remember what that post was about but eh.

I commend you so much for being so meticulous with the science stuff despite it not being your forte! I try sometimes but... I get lost in all the words and it's hard to focus because my brain would much rather be munching on history or something. How do you get yourself to focus??

I absolutely relate to you about thinking too much about your AU and fleshing it out a lot, I think it's impossible to be normal about your passion projects! That's just how creators are.

Fun fact, I was also the person who sent in the ask about whether the Archivist can also be the Imperial Consort! I'm gonna have a field day with LB, I can tell.

A question for you, what would be the procedure if a Galra were to pass away faraway from home in space, faraway from a planet, would their remains be preserved to be brought home and then the traditional procedures can happen? Or would the act of holding off a Galra's reunion with Sa by holding off the funeral be considered rude? Daibazaal (the home planet of the Galra) is gone, right? What are the current practices for the folk that live on the ships?

And oho, a new culture/science post coming up??? 👀👀👀👀👀 I'll definitely be looking forward to that!

— I probably need a signature of some kind, don't I

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anon this is SUCH a mood actually

As to how I get myself to focus, I'm truly flattered that you think I have control over such a thing, but the truth of the matter is I just chase the intense serotonin high of whatever task is presently delivering it until that is no longer the case, and then I move on to the Next Fascinating Thing......... y'know, like a neurotypical person.

((this is a good part of the reason why some asks remain unanswered for a greater period of time than others, because I physically cannot force myself to craft a proper response to anything until my horrible little goblin brain deems it shiny enough))

The archivist/consort post was also you???? Damn, okay, you've really been single-handedly fueling my worldbuilding as of late haven't you asdvsvcdghsvdfk your contributions are all very much appreciated ♡

So as I said in my post on galra funeral rites, the only phenotype that culturally favours burials over cremation are the Dox, due to their major religion—Eiyyka’an—dictating that just as the jungles in which they historically made their home provided for their people in life, so should they, in exchange, provide for those jungles in death. Of course, Daibazaal is no more and the Empire extends far beyond the confines of a single planet besides, but the ultimate site wherein their body will be laid to rest is usually one of three places. The most traditional is Feyiv, as for the modern galra this has been their official homeworld for (according to my calculations regarding galra lifespans) over sixty generations, and this choice is particularly popular for aristocratic families who boast a personal plot of land that has been cultivated with the flesh of their ancestors; the most common is whichever alternative imperial planet they personally grew up on, as that would be considered the planet that they predominantly owe their flesh to as the place that sustained them in life; the least common (but not unheard of) option is one only really taken by those who spent more time in artificial colonies than not, which is to be buried in the greenhouse of said artificial colony to provide nutrients for the fresh produce.

This last one, as I'm sure you can imagine, is controversial in some circles—particularly for the Jaev who believe that the body must be delivered to Sa's embrace whole for the deceased to have any chance of triumphing in what is considered to be their final battle, thereby proving themselves as worthy of being revived as one of Her chosen—so it is of course required for Imperial colonies to make note of whether any given food (be that plant or animal) has been cultivated on galra burial sites.

This brings us neatly on to the Jaevaji Faith as the major Aalk religion, the followers of which embalm their dead by slathering them with a special clay that is then engraved with the deceased's greatest deeds, before traditionally lowering them into one of Daibazaal's great lakes of magma. Again, with Daibazaal being long gone, one could use any volcano in an Imperial territory of their choosing, usually one with some significance or tie to the family, and though this may draw out the death rites of a given individual depending on how far away they are from one of these locations, the embalming process (with a little help from a cryopod if required) does an excellent job of preserving the body for as long as is necessary. The most popular alternative, however, is simply launching the prepared body directly into the closest star, as while it's less traditional, the general feeling is that if their ancestors had this option available to them, they would have thoroughly endorsed it.

Finally, the most widespread method of disposing of the dead as popularised by both the Byal & Kyx: cremation. All imperial territories, artificial or otherwise, will have a crematorium in the vicinity—the profession itself is a highly respectable one—though these can vary from the more traditional funeral pyre, to that with which humanity is more familiar. After the body is reduced to ash, where the family chooses to disperse them is incredibly personal, and while many choose to return to Feyiv, or another Imperial planet if they deem that their home, it is equally common to simply scatter their loved one's remains out amongst the stars.

#the devil works hard but anon works harder #((and you've quite probably seen it by now but the new science/culture post I was referring to was of course that of my punnett squares)) #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #galra history & culture

[littleutopia3]

The Folk of the Faraway Tree

“Folk of the Faraway Tree” is a popular children’s book written by Enid Blyton. The story revolves around three siblings named Joe, Beth, and Frannie, who discover a magical tree near their home. This enchanted tree is inhabited by a wide variety of whimsical characters, including Moon-Face, Silky the Fairy, and Saucepan Man. As the children venture up the Faraway Tree, they encounter different…

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[digitalsatyr23]

Happy WBW! What is Art like in your world? Can be Any form of media: music, fine art, architecture, literature, etc.

There are many familiar forms of art, music, and literature, but there are so many different cultures throughout Arachnia it would be hard to cover them all. Instead, I'll highlight examples in each category you listed.

Music: There is a race known as the Tero who create intricate tunnel systems throughout mountains and underground, comparable to ant colonies. They were the first to develop a language similar to Morse code where tapping against stone with another object in a certain pattern could communicate messages to faraway allies. This language, called "Thapp", could cover great distances due to the echo caused by the tunnels. As an extension of this, Tero developed a kind of rhythmic music that implemented Thapp for the lyrics, using echoes and cave acoustics as part of the musical sound. For obvious reasons, this is impossible to replicate on the surface, so Tero musicians have learned to use a variety of drum designs to mimic the sound.

Fine Art: Everything in Arachnia has trace amounts of ether, the element of life and magic. Nature spirits, collectively known as the Fey, are brimming with the stuff. As a consequence of this, things they create tend to be magical in nature. The most well-known form of this is when they create art. Fey paintings usually come in two forms, either depicting fantastic creatures or bizarre landscapes. Fey paintings of creatures, no matter how strange, can be brought to life, and fey nobles may use their paintings to populate their realm or create unique guards. Fey landscape paintings act akin to portals to another realm. Anyone, whether they be fey or not, can step inside these paintings and interact with the depicted worlds as if they were real. Art explorers should take care when doing so, however, for not even the painters know what kind of dangers lurk within their canvases.

Architecture: The Huldra are born from the fertilized seeds of their mothers. Once they reach physical maturity, they appear to never age for centuries. However, once they reach their twilight years, Huldra start to shrink, wither, and rapidly age. Their bodies become stiff, their skin becomes rough like bark, and eventually when one dies, their bodies will eventually look like it's made of wood. As is customary, fallen Huldra are returned to the soil, where they eventually grow into trees. Some Huldra eventually start a second life as dryads, whereas others remain as trees, their soul long departed to the afterlife. Though it is considered morbid by outsiders, it is a time-honored tradition for some Huldra trees to be hollowed out and turned into family homes. Such homes are often said to be magical in nature, appearing to be larger on the inside than they are on the outside. It is also not uncommon for Huldra families to modify these homes by grafting the branches of other trees onto them. Though hollowed out, these trees can continue to bear fruit, even from grafted branches, and over time, a single family tree can become something of its own ecosystem.

Literature: Viscaeren are a race of sea predators (many of whom are shark people) that worship the bloodthirsty Adraedana, a sea serpent goddess sometimes known as the Salt Mother. Despite their violent ways, Viscaeren are not without culture. While many are blessed with the ability to walk on land, most Viscaeren spend their entire lives in the sea. They first learned to write by carving symbols on shells and sea cave walls, though later they developed a special type of ink (extracted from octopi) and a means to write on kelp. A single strand of kelp might be used for simple messages, like letters, but there are those who have taken it a step further and have used entire kelp trees in order to record history and folk tales. Viscaeren kelp tales usually have a religious tone to them, honoring the Salt Mother and her blessing of fangs and fins.

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[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 24: Word: Bow | Setting: Fantasy AU

I fully intend to get sappy as fuck with this so prepare yourselves~ XD

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Paul was the kind and handsome Prince of a faraway land. He was loved by all..except one. The one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. For months he despaired. He rejected many suitors, claiming they were not ‘the one’. Soon he began to cut himself off from the Kingdom that adored him. Once the rumors started they were a constant source of torment to him. Soon he had grown tired of the gossip and decided to escape the palace to live in the enchanted forest. There among the kindly Fae Folk perhaps he would finally find peace. 

Living in the forest was not an easy life but Paul learned to adapt. The melodic sounds of the animals and the faeries became a comfort to him. He would speak with the curious Faes who approached him. He would care for the animals who lived close to his cabin. The Faes would help him find food in exchange for his kindness. He learned to make his own clothes. He was happy in the forest. He was content. 

~*~

One morning he decided to go to a hidden lake and waterfall the Faes had led him to so he could bathe. But the sound of men yelling and frantic whinnying soon shattered the quiet serenity of the forest. Paul quickly hid behind a big tree so he could observe unnoticed. Why were there people here? The answer became all too obvious. They were poachers, trying to capture a winged horse. The many beautiful colors of a galaxy colored its body. Its eyes sparkled like jewels. It was a fine prize for any poacher to capture. They had already succeeded in tying the horse’s legs together so it couldn’t buck, but they were still having trouble securing its wings. They were clearly distracted. The perfect opportunity to strike! With the aid of a group of angry Faes the poachers were quickly scared off thinking they had been cursed. After having a laugh Paul went to the horse, pulled a knife from his boot and cut the ropes binding its legs. “There..now go off and be free~” He and the horse shared a brief glance before it spread its wings and flew off into the sky. 

~*~

Later that evening Paul was sitting on his porch watching the moon rise when a sudden gust of wind almost knocked him out of his chair. “W-what was--?! Ohh..it’s you~” The horse had returned, its skin covered in bright, twinkling stars so it could be seen despite the forest’s growing darkness. It spread its wings as a greeting making Paul smile. “I’d..hoped you would come back~ I’m glad you’re doing well despite almost being captured. A cage is no place for such a creature.” 

“It occurred to me that I never thanked you for freeing me.”

Paul gasped. Did the horse just..speak to him? The voice chuckled. 

“You seem surprised. You are in an enchanted forest after all. Nothing is as it seems.” 

“Y-yes..I should’ve realized that after all the time I’ve spent living here.”

“Why did you come to live here?” 

“I may have been royalty in my world but I was never free. I can find myself here. I can have my own life on my terms.” 

“So you’ve come here to escape.” 

“Is that so wrong? The Fae have been far kinder to me than anyone else..even my own parents. They have been trying to force me into marriage to produce an heir but I refuse to marry someone I don’t love!” 

“No..it’s not wrong. You are looking for one who speaks to your heart. The one who is meant only for you.” 

“You understand! I knew you would!” 

“More than you think. May I..return tomorrow evening? Perhaps we can speak more of this.” 

“I would like that~ Feel free to return at any time~” 

“What is your name?” 

“My name is Paul~ You?” 

“Forgive me but my real name is unpronounceable by the human tongue. You..may call me Thomas.” 

“Very well, Thomas~ I look forward to our next visit~” 

“As do I~” 

~END~

#Shandi's Writing Month #fantasy AU #~SpaceChild~ #because why not? #Writer's Month 2022 #Paul is such a Disney Prince in this it's not even funny XD

[wormvill]

January 1st, 2023

A new year, and a new animal crossing (semi)daily diary blog!

Welcome to Wormvill! (Supposed to be Wormville, however, it had character limits!)

Woah! Look at the crunch. I guess it wasn't THAT crunchy on TVs that used to run Animal Crossing: City Folk (It DOES output at 720p) but on my 1080p monitor, it looks a little polygonal-like. Oh well.

Wormvill lives on my computer's hard drive, running off of Dolphin Emulator. As much as I would love to play on my Wii, there would simply be no way to get any images for me. And it would be a little anti-climatic to have a faraway shot of a tv, wouldn't it? (Though some of the images you see today will be pictures of my monitor, how hypocritical of me).

I guess we should get into the rundown of how today went, shouldn't we? Let's begin!

We start our game by talking to Rover. Rover is a face you'll probably recognize if you have played any Animal Crossing game (before New Horizons). His primary role is to set us up, and make fun of us for our poor planning skills.

Did I mention poor planning? Yes, we are moving to Wormvill with 0 money, 0 housing, and 0 friends!

Dreamer? Why yes they do Rover, and what would a dream be if it did not include poor life decisions?

We answer Rover's questions and get an avatar featured above. Though with a yellow pawprint t-shirt. Leo is all ready to move to Wormvill!

Walking to town hall, we meet Pelly!

She welcomes us, and directs us to choose one of four houses scattered across town,

and as seen by the orange one, we picked that one! It has a green roof and beautiful wallpaper.

Upon buying it, Tom Nook, our friendly neighborhood con artist, greets us and berates us for having no money. Then, he directs us to say hi to everybody in town (including the mayor he pushes!). When done, he wants us to meet him back at his shop to work for some pocket money to pay off some of our loans...

We meet the following villagers:

Pippy

Bud

Rolf

Tipper

Mitzi

and Walker

Awesome! Some favorites in there (Pippy, Mitzi, and Tipper) and some cool ones I've never met before. :)

After meeting all of them, we then go and meet our favorite tortoise mayor, Tortimer.

(while the above gif chooses Pelican, I actually am quite fond of cats.)

The old man berates me for being a 'kid these days' and choosing cats and not turtles, and after a fond greeting, I am directed back to Tom Nook.

...

OOPS!

I must have forgotten!

Upon saving to go eat dinner for a bit and come back to speak with Tom Nook, Resetti pops in to say hi. However, instead of yelling at me per usual, Resetti praises me for saving properly, instating the importance of saving my game before quitting, and not resetting.

Solid advice, from a cranky old guy!

Now it's time to go speak with Tom Nook!

He gives me a uniform...time to get to work!

Handing me a few flowers and tree saplings, my first task is to decorate the front of the shop.

Task handled! I love decorating!

My, look at the pretty flowers.

However, this work uniform is getting quite itchy... I'm sure Tom won't mind if I take it off...will he-?

Oopsies again...

Why are all the old guys in this game against the 'kids these days'? I wonder if one of the writers of the dialogue is a parent or a cranky old man?

Oh well, he forgives me as long as I don't wear anything inappropriate and then gives me a new task.

We are to deliver a piece of furniture to Mitzi, and to be quick about it too! His customers expect high-quality customer service, and to be late would it put another strike against our old man here...

Upon delivering it to Mitzi, she goes into the pain of working, but how wonderful it is I have a job, due to my new house...

Speaking of my new house!

OMG! How nice of her! I wonder what it is?

Well, this can mean one of two things:

I stink really badly, or she noticed the lack of plumbing in my new quarters. Either way, it is highly appreciated!

Upon explaining the ins-and-outs of interior decorating, and asking me to reflect my true personality in my home design (like the sweet girl she is) Mitzi proceeds to ask me a question:

Thank you very much Mitzi!

Indeed I am!

Mitzi is such a sweetheart, proceeding to tell me about how she'll write this down in her planner, and talks about getting me a present on my birthday. Then, she apologizes for distracting me from my work, promises to talk later, and leaves.

Tom Nook compliments me on my speedy delivery when I come back, and asks me to then send a letter to Rolf, thanking him for his patronage. He directs me to the post office window in the town hall, and tells me to hop to it!

Welp, I don't know much about Rolf, besides the fact that he's cranky, and threatened to beat me up for scaring him at our first meeting. I guess I should write him a cranky letter threatening to beat him up if he doesn't continue supporting the shop?

Ah yes, the old days, when cards were formatted weirdly for some reason.

Either way, I hope this encapsulates the threatening aura Rolf likes to put out, and I hope it encourages him to continue his patronage.

Time to go send my first letter!

Pelly thanks us for the letter, and we make our way back to Tom Nook, who berates me for dilly-dallying.

He then directs us to give a carpet to Walker. I hope this is my last one, I'm so tired!

'That's weird!' Walker says, as he questions why Leo is delivering his carpet from Tom Nook.

Well, aren't the people of this town nice? First the shower from Mitzi, and now the carpet from Walker! How fantastic!

And now Walker gives me advice on how Nook's Cranny works. And then it's time to go back. This job is so tiring!

Ugh! Not Rolf of all people! Oh well.

Might I mention that I just now noticed Rolf lives right next to me? Talk about horrible neighbors! Well, I hope he's as grateful as Mitzi and Walker were:

Great start :(

We give the Rolf, and I am shocked at his use of the word 'thank you.' Then he shows me the letter I had sent him and laughed saying he liked it.

He then gives me advice on letter sharing. Much appreciated, he seems to be in a good mood.

Noticing how close my house is to Rolf's, to Nook's dismay, it is time to go to sleep and continue tomorrow!

I have run out of images, and am a little tired. I hope Nook doesn't mind!

If you're reading this, thank you! We will continue tomorrow. :)

#animal crossing #wii #nintendo #city folk #animal crossing city folk #nintendo wii

[learreal]

Yuri!! on Ice ☆ Fantasy AU

There is a Kingdom beyond the borders of the Solitude River. Many have failed to find it and got lost in a vast green forest, but those who managed to get to their destination or pass through told stories of an Elven Kingdom so beautiful and breathing with magic, it is hard for common folk to believe. It's not like Moonlit Lands with their cities made of light-coloured stone and stained glass, nor is it like the most faraway lands on the Southern Islands filled with serenity and elves dressed in almost transparent gowns. Beyond the Solitude River lays the Light Forest. 

Light Forest is home to elves who survived The Division of the first elven kingdom. Long has it`s reign been unshaken, but as history shows there is always this one King who decides it is wise to change the tides. After the split, many elves followed their new leader  – Maenne, into the Moonlit lands, where the new Kingdom was found. Other elves who couldn`t stand the ways of the-one-king moved into the vast forest that always bathes in sunlight and light of the stars. The Light Forest. Their newly crowned King has built a new home for his people and yet met a terrible death, betrayed by the human city of Farren, closest to the Solitude River. And here the River got its name. Never have elves of the Light Forest trusted the people of Farren since then. But the new King  – Victor is his name  – decided it would be unwise to avenge the past and made peace with Farren, but they signed a pact. No one crosses the Solitude River and proceeds freely into the Light Forest realm without asking for a safe passage. Those who break the pact must be killed.

A long time has passed since then. Moonlit Lands are now under the rule of their most beloved, but at the same time most ruthless governor. Southern Islands and their people are all that remains from the first kingdom. The Lightforest stays unshaken under Victor's protection, but it is quiet and almost invisible to people. Most would say it's a bedtime story, not a real kingdom. Moonlit Lands avoid contact with Victor and his lands for they know he will not bow to the will of their new Emperor. And elves have seen too many wars to start one.

So the borders of the Lightforest stayed untouched since their last conflict with the people of Farren. Until now...

Long road has made them weary. Otabek tried to keep his voice calm and deep, but the haste and understanding of their situation deeply disturbed him. They have no food left. They have no one to protect them and no one to call for help. So they went here, of all places. They need shelter. They`ve crossed the Solitude River yesterday from the eastern side, to not seem like a troupe coming from Farren. Youngest one steps into the mud and falls. Otabek helps him to get up.

– Hold on a little longer, we`re almost near the wall.

– There are Trees and More Trees, Otabek. There ain't no wall up he-

JJ doesn`t get his chance to finish his sentence because the arrow cuts his cheek. Very lightly. Otabek makes a gesture for their troup to freeze and looks up. There they are.

– They`re trying to kill us!

– To warn us and have a chat. If the elves wanted you dead, you'd be dead by now.

States Otabek with frightening indifference. And then watches as three elves come down. The shirts are light blue with white cuffs. The King's Guard.

– What brings you to Lightforest, travelers?  – asks the shortest elf with a piercing gaze. Otabek looks him in the eyes. Green and dangerous as the forest, but also enchanting in the same way emeralds or young leaves are.

– We are from Youn. The city has fallen to the forces of Northdale. They've taken over the city. Some of those who survived moved to seek help in Farren, but we can`t. 

– Why?  – For now the guard listens patiently and everyone calms down a bit. JJ takes his hand off his sword's handle.

– Because our defeated- dead king owes Farren`s King a lot of gold. 

– And they`ll only take you as slaves.

Says the elf in a softer tone.

– Yes. I`m afraid there is nowhere left to go. We came to ask for help, if the Light Forest folk would be so kind. We only seek shelter and food. Although I can imagine how it sounds to you.

– What's your name, warrior?

– Otabek.

– You will get one chance to speak to the King, Otabek. But I can guarantee you no more. Also  – any of your courageous friends moves in the wrong direction  – we shoot them down. 

– Understood. I'm grateful for your aid.

Young elf sighs and looks over at their small group of twenty people. His sight stops at the youngest. 

– What's your name?

– Mark.

– I`m Yura. Can you hold for much longer? It's about ten miles to the main gate.

– Maybe...

Says Mark without much confidence. The other elf offers him a coat to warm up. Otabek nods. For now they`re safe. Then the time will show.

Yura seems worried, not only for the children but for some of the wounded too. He doesn't say anything, but Otabek appreciates the care. Yura whistles and not even five minutes after they start to move, three strong white deers meet them.

– Children and the wounded, get on. You too, Otabek. Your leg doesn't look that good.

Otabek grins. He noticed. That's why they didn't even attempt to frighten them  – they are not scared. In their current state three elves would be more than enough to end their suffering right there. Otabek gets on the animal and suddenly feels very sleepy. Magic? No, probably just exhaustion.

– Don't doze off, but worry not.

Says Yura lightly, holding the reins. 

– We don't usually harm someone if there is no need to. Although I understand how that sounds to you now.

The city gates appear to be much bigger than you would imagine them to be in a forest. Otabek remembers from his childhood only the forest borders and how the stars looked different here in the dark night sky. He was five when the elves found him. And helped him to get back on his feet. Hopefully, the King is still as kind hearted as he was. First thing Otabek notices is the fountains. They managed to make a full operative water supply? The city seemed even more beautiful than it was.

– Wait here. You`ll be invited. Keep an eye on them.

Yura walks into the room alone and leaves them in a hall. Mark whispers:

– Is it the King`s palace?

Otabek nods.

– Weird! There's almost no gold.

–  The King isn't defined by the amount of gold he possesses, Mark.

Otabek says silently and then the doors open. Mark freezes along with JJ. They look at the tall elf with long silvery hair in a burgundy robe on top of the slightly shining great clothes. Diadem on his forehead slightly shines with warmth.

– Welcome, people of Youn. I`ve been informed of your misfortunes. What I wish to know is what your plans are.

Victor's gaze stops at Otabek. He smiles enthusiastically, recognising the boy by his energy, not by his looks.

– You`ve grown into a brave man.

– With all the respect, your Highness, You haven't changed at all. I would at least hope so.

– No offense taken. I'm far too goodlooking for my age, it's true.

Victor laughs and Yura, standing by his side, exhales. Everything seems to be fine.

– So, your plans are?

Victor becomes his serious regal self again. Otabek decides it is best if he's completely honest.

– None at the moment. We can't go back, there is no way to peacefully live in Farren. We may try to take our leave to the land of Birch, but they are no friendly allies. It would be wiser to send a note first.

– And make sure they won't be interested in the information about Youn`s defenses,  – Victor grins and nods. Thinks a bit and then decides.

– You can stay until you receive an answer from Birch. Inform me of your further decisions. For now, you will live in the old part of the city. It's the only place we have empty houses now. Also, your friends who are able to will need to work once they've recovered. But that will be after you`ll get a good rest. Yura, show them the houses and make sure medical help is provided. For now feed them some of our menu. If they`ll want red meat they can hunt it themselves later in the forest.

Yura bowes his head.

– Would that be all, your Highness?

– For now. And please give me a report on their accommodation, I`ll be in my quarters after the dinner. Oh! And the clothes. Find them some. You can ask the priestesses to help you at any time.

– Will be done.

– Don`t be so formal with me,  – says Victor in a soft voice and puts his hand on Yura`s shoulder for a couple of seconds. They lock eyes. Otabek has an idea of what's happening  – telepathy, silent communication that is hard learned by those who can access magic. Yura slightly moves his shoulder and makes an inviting gesture.

– Come. Let's get you somewhere warmer.

It's early autumn but the nights are already cold. Otabek stops for a moment to see how the sky slowly turns blue, hiding its soft pink cheeks. As if it's a little bit stunned by a sudden compliment... He needs to sleep.

– You know,  – says the tallest elven guard of the three quietly, as they approach the old part of the town, – the head probably had noticed you`ve been checking him out for half of the road at least.

Otabek feels a sudden urge to hit something but hides it with a nervous smile. And wait- The Head? Yura is the head of the King's Guard! But he looks so young... Even for an elf.

– You've mistaken my appreciation of his skills and kindness for something else, I`m afraid.

– You`re not afraid, you`re embarrassed.

– Max, knock it off! Oh, yes, I can, in fact, hear you.

Yura sounds like he's having fun more than actually annoyed.

Max shuts up with the funniest face Otabek has seen in a while. Mark whispers when they turn to the right:

– I mean, he's really pretty. No shame.

Otabek rolls his eyes. He knows guys mean no harm but he is far more interested in sleeping along right now than anything else.

– These will be your houses. Ah, yes, you`ll have to get used to the stairs.

Yura nods at the entrances. Two houses in the strong, old trees. Otabek splits them into two companies, according to what he knows are the ties between his people and send off JJ. If there is anything he`d desire more than food now it is to get rid of his buffoonery for an hour or two. Forever would be nice but oh well.

Once they've settled and finally sat down, Yura sent Max and Kira for the priestess.

–  Let me see your wound.

Yura says when they are alone in a small bedroom. Otabek looks at him with hesitation.

– It's not that bad.

– You saying this makes me understand it's even worse than I suspect it to be.

Fair point. There's no way around it now, Otabek feels the steel behind the care. He thinks there are a lot of people who need care more than he does but... Apparently, now is the time to take care of himself. He rolls up his leg and lets Yura have a look. Elf gets on the floor, touches the bracelet on his wrist and it suddenly creates a little bit of white light. Yura squints as he checks the edges of the wound.

– It was no normal steel.

– No. It was the black one. Northdale has a lot of darkennite in their mines.

Black steel infects the wound with darkennite, it is a slow poison that will slowly take over the closest skin, muscles and then bones if it is not neutralized in time. Lucky. Two more days and Otabek`s leg would be doomed. Humans are far too fragile for these types of injuries. Yura bites his lower lip, trying to decide how to heal the wound and Otabek thinks if it's allowed to kiss the head of the guard as a gesture of peace or not. Probably not the best idea. Yura thinks: the wound needs to be either washed by minnaeris plant brew, but that would be very painful or... 

– Lay down.

Otabek raises his brow. Yura giggles.

– No that kind of service will be offered, sorry. Just a bit of magic. Trust me.

– A pity. I`ve been checking you out.

Otabek smiles and lays down. Oh, the feeling of a proper bed. So soft... The desire to touch Yura`s hair is almost unbearable. They must be soft too. And they shine with gold... no! Yura shines with gold. Especially his palms. Yura holds his ankle with one hand and places his other palm right above the wound. 

– It burns!

Otabek almost screams. 

– As it should.

The words unknown are coming from the lips he so wanted to kiss a couple of minutes ago. Wise, ancient... He doesn't know the language or the translation, but he feels their effect.

May the light guide him to health and wellbeing,

may all the evil be cleared and he from it be freed.

May the light guide him to safer paths and his health be unshattered

for the days his life lasts...

The wound slowly heals. It hurts, tickles and burns at the same time. He almost gets used to being on the verge of tears when the light goes out and the pain stops. Otabek blinks to let the tears fall and looks at his perfectly healthy leg with wide opened eyes.

– You've healed it.

– I did.

Yura sounds a little faded, tired. Otabek looks at his face. Of course that kind of magic would take a huge amount of concentration.

– Thank you.

– You are welcome.

Yura gets up and covers himself in a grey cloak he pulls out of his pocket. 

– I`m leaving you to the priestess. All of your people will receive the medical help they need till morning. Also, she will deliver a book with the laws of our kingdom. The most important ones will be highlighted for you. While you are here, you should follow our laws. And yes, technically, deers are saint animals. So if you want to hunt something to eat, it can be any other animal but them. A huge deer with golden horns is Victors. Dare not harm that creature or you won't see the light of the next day for sure. Oh. By the way, We favor white tigers. There are a lot of them in the royal garden, don`t be surprised.

Otabek tries to get his head around the information given but hardly succeeds.

– Tigers. You have tigers in the city garden?

– White tigers. We ride some of them. I see. To your surprise, some things aren't mentioned in the tales.

– Not the tigers for sure.

– Come play with the kittens sometime, it always eases the mind.

Yura opens the door but Otabek stops him with a question.

– Why are you doing this?

– What exactly?

– Helping us.

– King`s orders.

Says Yura calmly, looking at the stairs, only showing Otabek his back.

– Back there on the border there was no King`s order.

– It is everywhere for he is my King.

Answers Yura politely and leaves his room. Otabek listens to his steps and thinks: Yura is a kindhearted person and they are incredibly lucky today. Now he can sleep... Food can wait until the morning.

Mila showed up as fast as she could: red haired priestess spent the whole night healing the travelers. Max and Kira brought food, water, clothes and the book of law. By the morning all the newcomers were asleep and well. Mila checked the third floor and found a dark haired man asleep. His leg caught her attention. The magic was performed beautifully. Now he can be still  – black steel was completely neutralized.

Mila meets Yura in the garden. He is playing with the kittens, as usual. It seems Victor commanded him to rest till morning.

– You know, I always told you you'd be a great healer, so did Lilia.

– Well then, you both are wrong.

Yura shrugs his shoulders and hugs the tigress that came to greet him.

– Hi, my love. Yes, yes, I`ve missed you too.

– But you are good with healing magic.

– Maybe. But I`m not an experienced healer. It is about what purpose you are using your magic for. And you know damn well I use it to defend the land. To take lives if needed. You save them.

– You save a lot of lives by defending our land too.

– Don't try to make me seem better than I am in my own eyes.

Yura smiles with a tiny bit of sadness and a pinch of irony. Mila sighs.

– You`re impossible.

– Likewise.

– ... You blessed him.

– Just felt like it.

Mila wants to say more but sits in silence of the night wind, looking at the stars. It's weird how life knits her makings sometimes and it is better to nor judge or ask questions at times like this.

– He`ll dream of you, I think.

– Well, that realm is no responsibility of mine.

Says Yura as he gets up and, after a short bow to the priestess, walks out of the garden. Victor ordered him to arrange something after he gets a break. This Kingdom is carefully guarded not only by the nightwatch and the forest, it`s light and the river. But by the love and care of those who live here.

Otabek wakes up to find a bunch of fruits, some bread, cheese and a book to read. If it is not the perfect morning after the long road he doesn't know what is. And in his sleep, he saw the silk of hair that shines with almost golden light and eyes that are like emeralds, but warm. He might have kissed him... but didn't even in a dream. It seemed uncalled for. There is this type of magic and beauty you're only meant to watch and feel it's blessing.

Victor nods at Yura`s report and gestures that this will be all in terms of work.

– You seem a little bit bothered. What`s on your mind?

Victor reaches his hand and Yura comes closer, takes a seat on the wooden windowsill.

– It's just... I remembered a feeling I forgot. That is all. Weird to be getting that kind of attention again.

Victor smiles and comes to the window to look at the starry sky. A beautiful, rarely peaceful night.

– Is there anything that makes us feel more alive than love, desire and humor?

– Huh?

Yura looks almost lost and Victor laughs, then shakes his head.

– Do not mind my lyricism that much. I just think the night is beautiful, so is the feeling.

Yura answers with a smirk.

– Are we not far too old for this kind of poetry?

Victor looks at him with all his wisdom and seriousness he is capable of and says profoundly:

– You are never too old or too young for love. 

Yura, for some reason, remembers that phrase for a long time to come. 

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[puppydovey]

My personal Faraway + info about it!

It's an older area that's a part of a semi-large island

The sheep population is slightly higher than the human population

The island itself is covered in cherry blossom trees

It rains very frequently

The locals are the sweetest and are usually older folks

It only takes an hour to drive to the other side of the island

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[44gamez]

Scam Tycoon’ and More – TouchArcade

Each day new cellular video games are hitting the App Retailer, and so every week we put collectively a giant previous checklist of all the perfect new releases of the previous seven days. Again within the day the App Retailer would showcase the identical video games for every week, after which refresh these options every Thursday. Due to that builders obtained into the behavior of releasing their video games all through Wednesday or very early Thursday with a view to hopefully get a type of coveted options spots. These days the App Retailer refreshes continually, so the necessity for everybody to launch all on the identical day has diminished. Nonetheless, we’ve saved our weekly Wednesday evening format as for years that’s the time folks knew to examine TouchArcade for the checklist of latest video games. And so with out additional ado please try the total checklist of this week’s new video games under, and tell us within the feedback part which video games you’ll be choosing up! AEW: Rise to the Prime (Free)

iTunes Description Deliver the sports activities world to its knees and dwell your wrestling dream by accumulating, battling and dominating with AEW’s championship roster. Be a part of now and Rise to the Prime! Turn into part of AEW as you Rise to the Prime on the most well liked roster within the wrestling enterprise! Go on tour with Dynamite, Rampage, Collision, Home Guidelines and weekly particular occasions. “All Elite Wrestling" Idle sports activities expertise means that you can unlock all your favourite wrestlers, improve and ship them into battle to combat towards traditional AEW opponents, turn out to be a part of the feuds as you get pleasure from customized storylines and championship feuds. Discussion board Thread: AEW: Rise to the Prime (by Eastside Video games) Artwork of Rally ()

iTunes Description Race the world over by way of colourful and stylized environments in top-down view. Compete for first place within the leaderboards with each day and weekly challenges. Will you grasp the artwork of rally? Expertise the golden period of rally in Profession mode, touring throughout 78 phases from Finland to Sardinia, Norway, Japan, Germany, Kenya and Indonesia. Discussion board Thread: Artwork of Rally (by Funselektor Labs/Noodlecake) Cavern Adventures ($6.99)

iTunes Description In a faraway fantasy kingdom, every part was peaceable… Till monsters began pouring out of a gap within the floor! Put collectively a staff of adventurers to safe, discover, and develop an enormous underground community of caves on this cavern administration simulator. Your adventurers will face every kind of challenges within the underground, however there’s no impediment you'll be able to’t take care of if you understand how. Place torches to mild up the darkness, construct bridges to traverse gorges, and use explosives to clear away giant rocks! Discussion board Thread: Cavern Adventures (by Kairosoft) Cube {Golfing} (Free)

iTunes Description Welcome to Cube {Golfing}, a singular recreation combining the enjoyable of golf with the partaking technique of dice-based board recreation. Gamers can discover a wide range of rigorously designed programs, every providing its personal distinct problem and format. In Cube {Golfing}, your strategy to every shot entails strategic planning across the randomness launched by the cube. There are quite a few elements to account for equivalent to: wind, tough, bunkers, bushes, water hazards, elevation adjustments and shot distance. Do you lay up by safely rolling 3 cube, or do you're taking a big gamble rolling 5 cube into the wind, round a tree to muscle a shot on the inexperienced? It’s a recreation the place considerate decision-making meets the thrill of unpredictability. Discussion board Thread: Cube {Golfing} (by Edward Johnson) FashionVerse (Free)

iTunes Description From café stylish to red-carpet glam, gown shoppers for all events. Flaunt your trend sense in each day challenges and vote on the group’s prime seems. Step into the sneakers of a gifted stylist and trend critic in FashionVerse NETFLIX! Create and elegance your individual modern seems for a variety of shoppers to turn out to be the final word trendsetter. FashionVerse is an inclusive social styling recreation with AI-enhanced 3D visuals and photorealistic outcomes so you'll be able to create gorgeous seems and trend your individual method. Design backgrounds, store for excellent digital seems and get acknowledged in your fashionable makeovers with unbelievable in-game rewards! Discussion board Thread: FashionVerse (by Tilting Level) Floops Large Home Journey (Free)

iTunes Description Shoot, Loot, and Toot your method by way of Floops Large Home Journey! 90’s cartoon impressed Floops Home has been overrun by monsters. Seize a gun, rating some upgrades and assist defend! Are you able to survive on this powerful as nails wave primarily based arcade shooter? Discussion board Thread: Floops Large Home Journey (by Buttery Video games) Gears Eternally ()

iTunes Description The religious successor to the unique ball rolling App Retailer hit is right here! Discover the enchanting realm of Gears Eternally, an beautiful 3D ball-rolling platformer brimming with imaginative challenges. Accumulate factors with a easy swipe of your finger. Race towards the clock whereas gathering gears throughout an infinite realm unfold throughout three distinct worlds! Discussion board Thread: Gears Eternally (by Crescent Moon Video games) Golden Enigma ()

iTunes Description Within the metropolis of Newlyn, stuffed with the appeal of the Fifties and retro-futuristic expertise, three murders of robotic residents set off a large conspiracy. You, Mark Sterling, as a “Tracer" below the Queen’s command, infiltrate the Golden Goddess Membership, navigating between the underworld and femme fatales, regularly unveiling the hidden reality inside. Discussion board Thread: Golden Enigma (by Recreation Stew) Grift: Rip-off Tycoon (Free)

iTunes Description In Grift, play as Henry Horns, a goat who’s scamming folks on social media whereas looking for his nemesis, Gwendolyn Goat. Gown up bots and rip-off your approach to the highest by unlocking new conversations and new methods to work together together with your targets. Perhaps you’ll uncover one thing new about your self alongside the best way? Discussion board Thread: Grift: Rip-off Tycoon (by Bodeville) Love and Deepspace (Free)

iTunes Description Traversing Deepspace, Be With You. Because the model new installment of the favored Mr. Love sequence, Love and Deepspace means that you can step right into a sci-fi world the place love is aware of no bounds. With immersive cutscenes, 3D storylines and interactions, love is actually inside attain! Discussion board Thread: Love and Deepspace (by Infoldgames) Metallic Slug X ACA NEOGEO ($3.99)

iTunes Description METAL SLUG X is an motion capturing recreation launched by SNK in 1999. It's a rearranged model of METAL SLUG 2. Utilizing METAL SLUG 2 as a base, a wide range of new weapons and enemies have been added. Moreover, with place adjustments of bosses and extra, the sport’s issue has been fully readjusted. Discussion board Thread: Metallic Slug X ACA NEOGEO (by SNK) Pileus Unhealthy Journey (Free)

iTunes Description Sleep by way of yesterday’s pogrom? Simply! However what about saving your brother?! Saving your brother isn’t only a lazy plot machine! Check your self within the position of a swollen mushroom and attempt to repair what occurred when you have been sleeping! In fact, supplied that YOU can no less than full the coaching… PBT is an motion platformer during which you'll plunge into thrilling 2D battles with an attention-grabbing plot, diverse places and loads of darkish humor with references to popular culture and cult video games! Discussion board Thread: Pileus Unhealthy Journey (by Denis Glebov) Soul Strike! (Free)

iTunes Description Strike and slay hordes of monsters to outlive on this roguelike idle motion RPG! Straightforward Peasy Monster Squishy! Hack and slash like there’s no tomorrow! Soul Strike – Idle RPG, the right motion idle recreation that you've been on the lookout for is now dwell! Slay and strike vampires, titans, zombies, slimes, and dragons to proceed your legendary journey! Click on and faucet to battle your approach to be the #1 legend of this fantasy battle! Discussion board Thread: Soul Strike! (by Com2uS) Spell Masters (Free)

iTunes Description Welcome to Spell Masters – the place the enchanting realms of fantasy unfold on the tip of your fingers! Turn into a Spell Grasp: Step right into a world of magic and energy! Begin a tremendous journey the place you construct highly effective decks of Spells and Guardians to each assault and defend, and turn out to be a legendary Spell Grasp! Discussion board Thread: Spell Masters (by Wild Spark) StarsAway ($4.99)

iTunes Description Basic rail shooter motion. Discover secrets and techniques and ways to clear ranges successfully throughout three issue settings. The three predominant ranges usually takes between 11 – quarter-hour after which there's a second loop. Beating ranges in several difficulties unlocks a variety of mini video games that contain flying and driving and extra as you navigate and discover a variety 3d environments. The mini video games are usually about 10 minutes lengthy and, as with the principle recreation, they're designed to be replayed in pursuit of excessive scores and finest occasions. Discussion board Thread: StarsAway (by Adam Howell) Tales of Valoris (Free)

iTunes Description Swallow’s Preserve is a spot of nice prosperity; nevertheless, not all lands share in its wealth, and it has caught the attention of bold adversaries. Because the participant, you’ll be the Commander of a small military tasked with preserving peace and order. Are you able to defend your private home towards the bandits? Discussion board Thread: Tales of Valoris (by Digital Scorpion Interactive) Tiny Development: Crane Craft (Free)

iTunes Description You could have the chance to craft your individual Development Crane from spare components, every of which has its personal distinctive bodily mannequin of behaviour. Having assembled the Crane, take it to the journey at development website and attempt to transfer all the hundreds. Earn cash, uncover new components and crafting alternatives, get achievements, open new missions with their very own distinctive mechanics! Discussion board Thread: Tiny Development: Crane Craft (by Alexey Bolotov) Trojuhelnicky ($3.99)

iTunes Description Impressed by the geometric aesthetic of suprematism and constructivism, “Trojuhelnicky" immerses you in a world of vibrant triangles and different shapes, every with its distinctive position within the relentless onslaught of enemies. With nostalgic 1D controls paying homage to the enduring “Galaga," navigate by way of exhilarating ranges, dodging, weaving, and firing with precision to eradicate waves of adversaries. Discussion board Thread: Trojuhelnicky (by Inputwish) Read the full article

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