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thesoundofaghost-mp3 · 5 years

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May's tutorial on how to take 2000s looking pics! This is not just for scene and/or emo kids, although ofcourse yall can use this!

Here are a few things you can do to make pictures look like they were taken in the 2000s!

What better way to look 2000s than when you use 2000s technology?

Exemples of things you could take a pic with are: an ipod, or any mp3 player actually, 2000s looking cd players, PS2 controllers (make sure it actually looks like you're playing or believe me, someone will notice!) or xbox controller (if you use older consoles of any type, the vibe might look more 90s but if you manage you can still make it work)

If you can't take a picture next to or with 2000s technology... anything? Well maybe you can take a selfie with a fliphone, or a T Mobile Sidekick (if you have one, lucky you!) or even a Nintendo DS if you've got one of those with the camera! Mirror selfies were also a thing of the (mid?) 2000s if they were taken with an actual camera! Let's also not forget the webcam pictures!

Here's one I took for example:

Special "effects"/ Editing:

One thing that makes almost all pictures look so much more aesthetic/better: putting the flash on! I promise it works almost all of the time, the picture will look more high quality and clearer even though it is the same quality as without! If you think your outfit might not be too great or you'd like to make it look like it was taken with a low quality phone, blur the picture! It could also just look artistic, which works just as good.

As for the editing, Glitter, like edits made on Blingee, turning up the contrast, putting a filter (or a few) that give off a blue hue or darker, add in your FriendProject profile number, or your nickname in a grungy font, or photoshop yourself in front of a cute butterfly background!

The poses and angles!

Taking a picture with only this information might not be enough to make it look as 2000s as you want it to be, so now let's see another thing; the poses and the angles! Especially when you take a selfie, do not understimate the power of the "myspace angle" as you might've heard before, the super high angle from which you take the selfie, in which you could include your whole outfit. I know, out of experience, that the position in which you have to try and stand to get your whole outfit in the picture is very, VERY uncomfortable, but trust me it's worth it!

Here's an example:

Other angles/poses you could use are for example the ones in which you position the camera, phone or whatever you take your pictures with at your feet, put a timer or make someone take the picture for you, in an angle at which your feet will look bigger than your head and your whole outfit will be visible again! This one's hard to explain but here's an example, again from one of my pics because I couldn't find one from someone else: (putting "myspace picture big feet" on google, does in fact, not work)

Shoutouts from most known myspace celebs were a big thing back then, with the name of someone (or their own, partly to prove they aren't catfish) written on their hand or a piece of paper, as well as showing off fake tattoos made with sharpies, or something like "I love you!" on the palm of your head, so standing there showing it, could, somehow be a pose? I guess so... oh well, this is still something that would've been on this list!

There are many more (like for example the ones where your legs look broken as you sit on the floor, or the one where you are showing off your room plastered with posters..) but just know not to just stand there looking lost (unless that's what you're going for), be either VERY dramatic with the poses or super casual, no in betweens or you'll probably look awkward!

Dramatic makeup and hair!

Of course... To keep on being dramatic, because the 2000s very much were, (as every decade, in their own way, but you get what I mean) hair was often in crazy colors and or haircuts! Even if you were neither emo nor scene, celebrities like Christina Aguilera or Kelly Clarkson, to Matt Tuck (that's right!) had highlights in their hair, or just dyed parts of their hair, usually blonde, black or red, but chalk haircolor exists in many colors, so go crazy on that!

See here:

Not only that but side ponytails, extensions, crimped hair, face framing bangs, spiky gelled hair etc. Even if you aren't emo or scene, your hair can cover one of your eyes for the picture!

Makeup had to be very visible, especially as a scene kid or emo kid with the overflowing amount of eyeliner, and colorful mascara or anything that you could find to be original and "artsy" really, but also for any other person! Makeup looks that were usual attire were for example: LIPGLOSS, blue, purple, white or eyeshadow, frosty pink lipstick, a lot of mascara, colorful eyeliner, rosy cheeks, or lined lips (darker on the outside) but none of that would be complete without thin eyebrows! Fake tans are also a go-to if you're feeling it!

Now, if you're too scared to use hairchalk or dye your hair, and you aren't too good at makeup, no worries, you've still got other options!

Props and accessories!

Big sunglasses.. yes, even indoors! Rimmed glasses, Colored lenses, "Bug eye" sunglasses, there are many to choose from! Scarves, very unnecessary but pretty cool looking! Hoop earrings were also in! For guys too, jewelry was often worn, for example diamond earrings, shell necklaces, as well as the typical "gangsta wear", you would've guessed it: the dollar sign necklace or chunky golden chains/necklaces. They were ofcourse not first worn during the 2000s, but they were definitely still very much worn then! Other jewelry often worn were silly bands, wristbands, kandi bracelets and necklaces. You can even wear fake piercings!

As for headwear, still many to choose from, like trucker hats, both for guys and girls and anyone who'd like to wear those, bandanas, fedora hats, (do not recommend, 80% of the time you'll look awkward, but you can't know if you're part of the 20% that could rock the look if you don't atleast try, I guess) "baker boy hats" and big huge bows for all my scene beans out there. Belts. BeLtS! A lot, too much, 3 of them, or one big one, just find whatever you have and wear the goddamn belts! Fishnets! Fingerless gloves! They were very much in, and not just for scemo kids!

Not only is it about things you can wear, but also things you can use for the picture, you can look cute while holding a plush toy, (bonus points if you've got a gloomy bear, hello kitty or gir plush!) mysterious while holding a notebook/ diary of some sort or nerdy with your favorite book, but a lot of pictures get much more fun when they are super random, for example like kiki kannibal, just casually holding a lamp in her garden...

Clothing!

Now, this one will be short as I will mainly give you guys links to some articles that talk about 2000s fashion, but here's a thing: If you're going for a very "in your face" kind of style, go fully crazy lol! Scene kids get your neon green tights or red ripped skinnies out and wear all of the colors, preps wear your shiniest Playboy logo shirt, goths and emos you better wear your nicest black knee high converse, all of it!! Go fucking over the top because truly, it was rarely ever over the top in the 2000s! Also, did I mention? Cringe culture is dead, nobody cares if you somehow manage to truly go a little too far! If you're feeling yourself, don't hesitate to show a little skin, (I don't mean totally naked, duh, especially if you're a minor plz no it's usually a very bad idea) ain't nothing wrong with mini skirts or crop tops! (guys, GUYS please wear them too if you feel like it, I promise you a lot of us think that's hot okaythatsall)

Anyway, here's a few articles on the fashion/clothes! Most of these include also accessories etc but you'll find a lot about clothes!

Includes men's clothing too!

https://www.complex.com/style/best-fashion-trends-of-early-2000s/

Yes.. I know.. Buzzfeed.. But oh well, it's still showing the clothes and fashion like we need! There isn't much for guys here, but there is inspo to take from it lol!

https://www.buzzfeed.com/leonoraepstein/forgotten-early-2000s-trends

Now, I know what this one says... apparently all of these trends were"mistakes"... Well who's gonna laugh when 2000s style makes a comeback? Definitely not them, once they look back on this article!

https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/beauty/fashion/g2898/worst-2000s-fashion-trends/

This article includes men's fashion and also includes a link to buy the items! That is, if you've got 35$ to spend on a cap for example... Which I don't, but that's okay, it's got pretty good examples of the fashion!

https://spy.com/gallery/2000s-fashion-trends-throw-back-style/

And since I couldn't find a good article on 2000s alt fashion, I made a Pinterest board with a few exemples for Scene, Emo, Goth, Mallgoth/Goth, Visual Kei and Cybergoth! There isn't a lot yet, but you'll get the general idea :)

https://www.pinterest.fr/mayskelly/2000s-alt-styles/

I hope you guys like it, and try it! I think I may share my favorite attempts if enough people do it on my instagram story and here, and tumblr as well if anyone participates in this!

#emo #scene #scemo #scenecore #emocore #fun #tutorial #2000s core #2000s #2000 #2001 #2002 #2003 #2004 #2005 #2006 #2007 #2008 #2009 #2010 #preps #goths #everyone #contest #participate!#participate

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endlessdrifter · 5 years

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please repost, don’t reblog bold the traits that fit your muse italicize the traits that fit sometimes or in certain verses

Oliver Grayson Edition

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt. shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. youlike getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting makeup on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart.i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

Tagged: @cultaexfeles Tagging: everyone under the sun and the moon!

#meme:oliver #trivia:oliver #cultaexfeles

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dillvne · 6 years

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TASK 001. DIVE INTO YOUR CHARACTER.

oi chuchus, tentei fazer um negócio diferente então acabei juntando algumas coisinhas que, na minha concepção, são bem interessantes. e que coletei durante as aventuras pela tag indie. espero que não tenha problema estar em inglês ! a tag para a postagem da task é task01.apocalypse e sintam-se livres para fazer edits, moodboard ou qualquer opções de aesthetic, ou nenhuma. o que acharem melhor. é isso, espero que gostem <3

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

NEGRITE o que se aplicar ao seu personagem.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces.i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

NEGRITE o que atrair / se aplicar ao seu personagem.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind word.

THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlor , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket-watch , light-hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , leaving thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.

#task01.apocalypse

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kepesh-yakshi · 7 years

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Writing Pre-Haven Bairley

A very rough (free) draft of Bairley before going to Haven. It attempts to establish who he was before it all began. There is so much to flesh out, but I was just excited to finally have time to write something, I had to share it as it is, right now. I’ll post the edited version on AO3.

----- "Rise and shine, mudface!" The sweetvoiced woman threw a pillow over her ginger-haired brother's head, who lay face down and was sprawled across the small bed in the family's upstairs guest room. "Don't make me play big sister again, or I'll drag you out of bed." She cackled at the thought as she turned back toward the hallway.

The family farmhouse was large and rustic, but not at the cost of modern luxuries; for example, you could pump water through a small spigot directly into a basin in the kitchen, and that was often unheard of, even in the most extravagant buildings. It even drained out into an irrigation ditch behind the house. You still had to venture to a small chamber outside to relieve yourself, though.

"You can try..." The man, somewhere in his early thirties, attempted to roll over onto his back, but instead rolled completely off the bed and onto the floor. "Umph!!" He threw the pillow into the hallway behind her, hitting their mother square in the chest as she walked into the room. "Bairley!" The portly woman, not in a fat way but strong, threw the pillow back at him. "I sent her up here to get you out of bed -- remember, you are all going to Haven, today." She had her raven dark hair pulled tight in a thick braid that fell to the middle of her back, and a bright blue bandana covered the rest of it, pulling her bangs back out of her eyes.

Lily, also dark-haired and strong like her mother, was formally-attired in chantry scholar robes,the hood still dangling behind her. Her leather cap was thrown onto her head as if she needed a place to put it. Her copper eyes seemed to match the gold and red in the robes.

"I know, I know," he sighed. "I'll be down in a minute."

He began to grab a pair of corded pants and his favorite flannel tunic, but she instead pointed at the huntsman's garb that hung from the coat rack. "You may need the protection, Bear, so put that on. And don't forget your bow. If something happens, you'll need that, too."

I'm not taking my good one, Mother. I'll just take one of the spares from the smithy." Bear stood up and threw his shirt off, exposing a hairy chisled frame that went well with the tousled bunch of hair and pork chop, mustachioed face covering he bore.

"Um, Bear, when did you grow muscles?" Lily laughed out loud at her reaction to his appearance. She came back to the room to get his travel bag. "Of course, I saw you last, when, six years ago? You looked then like the taverns you slept in."

"I've changed a bit, Lily." Bear finished tieing his pants and adjusting the green semi-armored jacket over his tunic, and threw a scarf around his neck just in case the weather turned cold. "As have you."

"We have things to speak of on the way to the Conclave, then."

They both made their ways downstairs and outside, where their father, Bann Robert Trevelyan, and the majority of the immediate neighborhood was gathered at a large table -- at least twenty, maybe more -- and a huge smorgasbord of food was just being served to each person.

"Blood sausage!" Bairley sat his mother and sister, before sitting down between them. "And link sausage, and lorne sausage, and oh my!" He felt like a kid; after all, the last time he'd sat to such a feast was several years ago. The time he spent training with the huntsmen at the Ostwick templar encampment left him missing home...well, some aspects of home. The politics from his father's work had grown old to Bairley, and he longed for the day that he wasn't tied to the smithy with his mother. The time at the edge of Ostwick's holdings with the Templars was still not what he craved: the pompousness of some of the knights was almost as bad as the arrogance of some of his father's higher level associates.

The trip to Haven was going to be yet another escape from home, even if only for a few days. Plus, he was traveling with his beloved sister, who was older by three years. He looked up to her.

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The carriage took off a little after breakfast, and the two of them decided to nap for the first part of the trip. A couple of hours later, Lily woke with stomach pangs and fished in her grub sack for a chunk of waybread and some dried sausage. Bairley woke soon after, and he too reached into his pack, but for an apple.

"So, Big Bear, what have I missed?" She asked, smiling at her little brother. Little only in years -- the pudgy twenty something was now built like a bronto, and just as rugged. "You look fit and happy. There's a glow about you."

"Yes, I suppose there is." He smiled softly at his sister. "Six years ago, you left for the Chantry in Val Chevin, and a group of templars came through town, looking to train locals for the Ostwick militia. I jumped at the chance, as the camp was still here in Ostwick, but at the western edge of the holdings proper. I was part quartermaster, part huntsman. It was quite the experience."

"Wow, that's great!" She applauded him gleefully. "Any juicy details you wish to share?"

"Wenches are great stress relief!"

Lilly let out a huge belly laugh, then straightened up. "Oh, you're a man, now?"

"Well!" Bairley laughed as well, as their sexploits were a common conversation, especially after he realized they did not share the same father in truth. When Big Bear met the people he was named after (Beatrice and Brand Bairley), and he saw how strikingly similar he was to the patron of their little clan, he grew distant from the Bann, and confided this to Lily, who at the time was 13, and old enough to be sowing her own wild oats -- old enough to be learning and seeing what the adults were doing behind other adults' backs. She ended up having to explain what happened. "I guess I did."

"I'm glad you grew out of that fear, Big Bear. It's a wonder you didn't snag one for good."

"Yeah, well..." He looked at her with curiosity. "So what about you? You look all...scholarly...do you have any juicy gossip?"

"I have had my own occupations, yes." She grinned, as did he, and they both erupted with laughter. "I have missed you, Big Bear -- I had one instance where someone wouldn't leave me alone. I had to throttle him. I'd rather have had you do it for me, but I am a big girl, I can handle myself."

"Well, if you had to throttle the guy, he must have really been annoying."

"He was, oh he was."

After several hours of non stop conversation about sex, cooking, food, Chantry rules, subverting chantry rules (the carriage driver joined in at this point), bards versus minstrels, and watching pickpockets in Val Chevin, they stopped at a small village a few hours north of Haven to feed and water the carriage horses, and they also grabbed a quick bite to eat.

The tavern was called The Monstrous Mongrel, and the crest outside depicted a druffalo with a mouthful of grain in its mouth. Inside, the decor was mostly a mahogany red, laquered benches and stools and tables, and the floor was a well-worn black oak, just like the structure itself. It was at the forefront of the only communal area in the village, which sat on the shore of a beautiful blue lake that was otherwise surrounded by sweet-scented juniper trees. It smelled cold outside, but there was no snow on the ground, yet.

Bairley ordered a druffalo burger patty on a bed of red leaf lettuce with spiced mustard and a ginger ale, and Lily ordered a ham sandwich and a chammomile and herb hot tea. The carriage driver ordered three links of boar sausage, two eidar cheese wedges, and sauteed mushrooms. Oh, and a ginger root beer.

They sat off again, continuing their conversation about pickpockets and other vandals, then went from that to day to day life, to things they'd read, to favorite eateries and brewhouses where they were each staying (the driver was from Kirkwall, and loved the Hanged Man). The time it took to get to Haven -- 10 hours in a carriage -- seemed like just two or thee.

Upon arrival, the three received a quiet welcome, and the siblings were shown their quarters: a small one room cottage in the corner of a path within the walls of the village, only one bed, big enough for both of them. They didn't mind at all. They were not there for luxurious reasons, they were there to represent Ostwick at a Conclave that was broght together by Divine Justinia V in an attempt to bring a resolution between the warring mages and templars. They didn't actually have a say; rather, they were merely representing their holdings.

The carriage driver bade them farewell, and Bairley and Lily both invited him to the tavern for a quick drink and dinner before he left, also getting him a bed in one of the shared cottages so he could at least get some rest. They learned he was not doing well financially, and sent him off with 200 royals on the condition that he keep in touch. With that, they finally got his name, Cabot Furlin, and the dwarf recently came to the surface after being caught pickpocketing, himself. His home was yet to be declared. Bairley talked him into staying awhile, and maybe he could help their new friend pick himself up a bit. One thing was certain, though: Cabot was not letting his situation bring him down.

As the small welcoming party saw them and their belongings into the cottage, Lily looked at Bairley with grim concern. "Bear?" She looked as if she was literally turning green. She ran out the door and lost her lunch outside. "Oh no..."

Bairley grabbed one of the empty tankards on the table and filled it with water from a keg in the room (the one marked "WATER," not the one next to it that was marked "FLISSA'S ALE ~ BATCH 163") and rushed out to her side, handing it to her. "Here," he said, "swish." She started to take it, but turned away and lost more. "Oh, Maker, what was bad that I ate?" She pleaded for reprieve, and her stomach seemed to grant her request. She swished and spat, swished and spat, and finally took a few sips before chugging the rest and asking for more. Bairley refilled the tankard and met her halfway into the house. He gave it to her and closed the door behind them.

"Are you alright, Lily?"

"I feel horrible." She was sweating, and in the freezing cold temperatures, she shouldn't have been.

He pressed his hand against her reddened cheeks. "You're very hot -- let me get a healer."

"No, I just need to rest."

"Not this time, Lily. You rest, I'm going up to the chantry for a healer." He jogged up the hill and through the courtyard to the chantry, where he met with two elder sisters and explained what was going on. They sent for a healer, Velarie, who followed him to the cottage and assessed Lily's symptoms. "It's not food poisoning...but something in the food has made you sick. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Um...only stripweed -- it makes me very ill like this. But the field we saw was a mile or more away..." Lily's voice was reduced to a raspy whisper.

"The tea, Lily -- remember?" "But it was chamomile and herb --" "Those fields were not too far from where we stopped. I bet stripweed was in the tea." Lily wanted to cry, but she was too sick to do it. She let out a long sad sigh and closed her eyes. "I am sorry, Bear." "Don't be, it was an accident, maybe the Maker has other plans for you. Maybe I was meant to go alone."

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