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chiropteracupola · 8 months
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It was on this day in 1745 that a small gray lamb was born to a ewe on a hillside some miles from the town of Gant. This is of no significance to anyone but the lamb and the ewe and the shepherd, but history is made no less of small things that go on around the edges than it is of kings and battles and heresies.
- The Hidden Almanac for April 11, 2016
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kadharononart · 9 months
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Reposting old art: fake cut paper art of quotes from The Hidden Almanac.
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small-witch-big-hat · 9 months
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Obsessed with the allium sphere again
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vaultedthewall · 5 months
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Listening to the Hidden Almanac again and I'm so sad it's all done if only because I would love to hear Reverend Mord's "In the garden..." segment about that fungus in What Moves The Dead.
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katenepveu · 1 year
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Insomnia poll!
(Insomnia because I usually fall asleep relistening to the Hidden Almanac, but tonight/this morning it wasn't happening.)
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tousleheadedpoet · 9 months
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rip georgina the crow 🐦‍⬛
Lmaoooo rip indeed. Poor George
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beingatoaster · 2 years
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reached the finale of the Hidden Almanac, so time to cry I guess ;o;
"I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a city...."
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shrikeseams · 2 years
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Look. I know the crossover between Silmarillion fandom and obsessive Hidden Almanac binge listeners is, realistically, Just Me. But.
Doriath is 100% the Echo Harbor of Beleriand. Like. Number one location for locals resigned to Eldritch Weirdness. If anyplace in Middle Earth would be surrounded by a wall of live dolphins? Doriath! I bet Melian’s nightingales also whistle very hostile sonnets when approached.
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carthavaru · 5 months
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Drom, in her bunker (feat. a jar of olives and a conversation).
Having spent the last week or so (very) late and very alone in the lab, and listening to the Hidden Almanac, I remembered that I wrote a fic for it! Four years ago-I had just finished up my bachelors. Now I'm almost at the end of my graduate degree, and I find myself coming back to the same podcasts...it is still just as soothing and entrancing as ever!
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snarkhunt · 1 year
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hello hello
Haven't posted here in, uh, forever, but I have a plan. Sorta. Mostly just documenting the stuff I've been playing/reading/listening to because why the hell not. Also made an excel sheet for this because I'm crazy and bored and we'll see how long this lasts for.
Just finished listening to all of The Hidden Almanac, which was amazing and I loved every bit of it. Highly recommend it, and while it looks daunting at first (and okay, it kind of is), each episode is about 5 minutes long. Granted, the entire show lasted 6 years and posted 3 times a week, so it's a lot to get through. May have taken me a few months, haha. But it's so charming and I really could have just kept listening on and on about Mord and Drom's (and George's!) adventures.
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greatshell-rider · 1 year
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i know it's just the time of day making everything much funnier but you really don't get this shit anywhere else. not even night vale with all its wackiness but i think it has to do with cecil being just as weird/involved/believing as the rest of the town whereas mord just flatly calls out (most) weirdass bullshit for what it is. he's not a ghost skeptic yknow but he is a ghost practical if that makes sense. ANYWAY the exchange "anyway, all turkeys look the same" with drom's *immediate* muttered "bigot" made me crack up.
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toyherb · 5 months
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I feel like story of seasons is better played by sleeping through years 2 and 3. like tf.
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kadharononart · 8 months
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time for another dump of old art, The Hidden Almanac style.
The Madonna of the Leaves, Reverend Mord's usual way of ending the show, and two covers for some of Pastor Drom's, uh, erotic self-help novels, which almost certainly need the mature label.
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carolinawrenn · 1 year
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Lenten rose (hellebore). Lenten roses symbolize serenity, tranquility and peace.
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digitalbusker · 1 year
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#Station23 - Jan 2 - The Arboretum
The "top" level of the main hull is a single enormous room under a transparent dome. It is filled with plants--grasses, shrubs, and trees from dozens of planets near and far, including some that are otherwise unknown to Federation science. The plants are also habitat for a variety of small animals, mostly things a human would identify as a "bird" or "insect".
The entire system is carefully kept in equilibrium through the tireless efforts of the groundskeeper, a strange little being of unknown species who gives their name as "Volle". Volle looks like a one-meter plague doctor, but it is unknown how much of their appearance is costume versus anatomy. Volle doesn't generally interact with visitors, unless they are damaging a plant, harassing an animal, or about to get too close to something that won't interact well with their biology. (How Volle knows, even when the medical division doesn't, in unknown. But Volle has not been observed to be wrong so far.)
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The terrain of the Arboretum is gentle rolling hills, with paths and benches of what appears to be natural stone (again from dozens of worlds--some with exotic fossils included). The only obvious construction to be found, aside form the center where the station's central column passes through toward Ops, is the Steer and Span (see Jan 3).
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wyyvernn · 6 months
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SFW Headcanons - Haytham Kenway & Shay Patrick Cormac
A/n: Little Haytham and Shay things and mannerisms that they do with or without their S/O. Sfw but there is a soft mention of Shay being naughty HAHAHA
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Haytham
- Gives no reaction to distaste or disgust except the slight wrinkle of his nose or creasing of his brows to something that displeases him.
- Often clasps his hands behind his back, it is one of his most signature mannerisms. Others include standing tall with his back as straight as a board, and you can see the pride and arrogance dripping off his form. Coughs into his fist after winning an argument.
- Haytham has only a few he cares about or becomes interested in, and in truth those who don't come under that list, he barely notices, maybe even shrugs them off.
- If his S/O has poor posture or slouches a lot, then he lightly scolds them, tells them that it's not good for their back, and he will promptly give them lessons on how to stand straighter, walk with confidence, walk with purpose etc. And he will smile just the slightest when progress has been made.
- On the topic of love languages, Haytham believes that actions do more than words. So little acts of service like opening the door for you and allowing you to pass through first, or actively seeking out an item that you lost some time ago becomes somewhat of a thing for him to do in his free time. (Yes, I'm referencing that one time when he hunted all throughout Boston to find Benjamin Franklin's missing almanac pages.) Quality time is something he seeks out with his S/O too, the fact that he can be around you brings him silent joy. He doesn't even need to be touching you, you could be in the same room together and reading book on opposite sides and he's content.
- Carries a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his sword after impaling an enemy. And he cleans it off with elegance like he didn't just slaughter the fuck out of a man.
- Flashes his enemies a smile but it's more taunting and filled with condescension than the ones he sends his S/O, which are warm and kind. Either contain some kind of purpose, mostly his face is unreadable and lacking in emotion.
- Tips his hat like a gentleman to any lady he passes, and his lips curl up just a tad when he watches them blush and walk by him. He knows that he has that effect on women.
- Will not tolerate disrespect towards him or his S/O and it's one of the few things that triggers a physical reaction from him. Although, the most he will do is shove the offending person against a wall with an iron grip, his piercing eyes darkening as he lectures their ears off. Makes sure you're alright afterwards.
- His scent is like smoky wood fire combined with the hidden notes of something that's quite difficult to place but it's a charming smell, and very distinctive. So distinctive, in fact, that you would know when he turns a corner just by catching a small whiff of him.
Shay
- Lets his S/O take the helm of the Morrigan sometimes, especially when he sees them so excited. He'll step away and allow them to grip the wheel before coming up from behind and placing his hands over theirs, guiding you to steer the ship.
- Yes, that funny little bed in his cabin does get used and not just for sleeping. On more than one occasion has Shay dragged you by your arm to his cabin when his crew were too occupied in a tavern.
- Has a habit of showing off, particularly when he was an Assassin. Now he's less boisterous, less boyish but he maintains some of those traits and it really is quite charming, if a little laughable when he flexes his muscles at you after hunting a shark.
- More perceptive than others give him credit for, I think he pays attention to many things in the environment, might smile at a bird's nest or grin when he notices a whale.
- A passionate man, will absolutely ruin the person who insults him or his S/O. He's quicker to anger than Haytham, more reckless but it's something endearing even if gets a bit too much. Shay means well.
- Loves languages of his include physical touch. He cannot keep his hands off his S/O and they often find his palm wandering down from their waist to grip their rear, which earns him a light smack on his chest but he grins and shrugs it off. Sometimes he pulls them in his lap when he's going over plans for the Morrigan. I think he's very fond of quality time as well to the point that he's ecstatic that his S/O is by his side on his ship always. Oddly enough, there are many things to do on the open sea that don't involve just steering a wheel and looking at all the pretty little fish.
- Strangely, he wears a frown in public. It could just be his resting face but it's hard to tell. You like to bring your thumb up to his brows when he's unsuspecting and massage the crease away until he realises what's happening and he lets out a small chuckle, gently batting your hands away.
- Fights many men at once and at no point does his grin ever drop. Whether it's a bar fight or when he's juggling through his weapons, he will show his enjoyment and it's really quite menacing and ridiculous at the same time.
Bonus - Poly
- Together, both men work very well. Both are deadly on their own but with Haytham's intellect and Shay's efficiency, they become their own army side by side.
- Both are considerate of their S/O, Haytham is more calm and gentle towards you and Shay, rough and energetic. They balance each other out when one becomes too much, but you enjoy their company regardless.
- It's never a tug of war between them, every thing between each of you is carefully calculated to be equal per Haytham's request. Shay might become more wanting of your company but even he knows the line not to cross.
- Come night, and the three of you are snuggled closely together. Admittedly, Haytham prefers to sleep beside only one of you but even he can't refuse having both. Shay doesn't care at all and will happily join you both together.
- Quiet kisses and hushed words of affection become a daily thing when no one is around but the three of you.
- Random little thing to point out but Haytham's ponytail is lower and Shay's is a bit higher.
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