#Vole king

[clairehoneybee]

New Plants and Garden Trends at Mid-Atlantic Nursery Trade Show

New Plants and Garden Trends at Mid-Atlantic Nursery Trade Show

Fresh off the MANTS (Mid-Atlantic Nursery Trade Show) floor in Baltimore, I made lots of fresh contacts and found many exciting plant introductions that I want to use in my future landscaping projects. I am stoked for the 2023 gardening year and the new plants and ideas that are hitting the nursery and garden center shelves. In this post, I will review the plants and products that interested me,…

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#Agapanthus #american native plants #Colocasia Royal Hawaiian Waikikii #Cowpots #MANTS2023 #MantsBaltimore #Mid-Atlantic Nursery Trade Show #Nemesia Aromance Mulberry #new introductions #new plant introductions #new plant trends #Pleasant View Nursery #southern living plants #The Magnolia Company #Vole king

[mntds]

Three Musketeers adaptation plotline: The King has been captured by a group of Belgian neocalvinist papal separatists! We have to rescue him before they feed him to the rabid vole the Elector of Hanover keeps locked in his basement!

Three Musketeers plotline: My rich mistress needs to send me money for new socks or I’m going to kill myself.

#the three musketeers

[jiubilant]

AND. if I may be so bold. 46 for Ayo <3

46. shimmer

"You are an exception to our order's every stricture, Dragonborn," says Arngeir in farewell, handing her his own stout walking-stick. "Your power, your Voice, is a gift from the gods. So long as you use it in service to their purposes, you cannot stray from the Way."

His pupil of two months shoulders her traveling-pack. She's young, Arngeir thinks, watching her straighten beneath its weight: not so young as his last student, who had come to him in childhood with three wolfskins on his back, but new. Untried. She looks at him with a strange, belligerent eagerness, her face a sun half-eclipsed.

"How should I know," she says, her smile like the shimmer on the snow, "how the gods wish me to use my Voice?"

"For tutelage in the Way, you climbed this mountain." Arngeir does not smile back. "For the answer to that question, you must climb down again."

The Dragonborn, accustomed to such answers, makes a rueful face. She kneels to him in the way of her far folk, her knees crunching in the snow—then springs up to kiss his cheek, heedless of her burdens, in a way that is only her own.

"I'll return with Jurgen's horn," she promises, then grins. "And more parsnips for Borri's stew."

Breath and focus, Arngeir reminds himself, and does not grimace. "No more parsnips."

"Ripe cloudberries!"

"They'll be more than ripe," says Arngeir, "by the time you bring them back—"

"Honey, sadonvum," says the Dragonborn, walking backwards, "for your tea!"

Her housecarl, dressed for travel and waiting with dogged patience at path's edge, catches her before she can fall down the Seven Thousand Steps. At the sound of the Dragonborn's laugh, the wind that knifes through High Hrothgar stills, then swirls up the snow of the forecourt in a delighted dance.

Not even then does Arngeir smile. He watches his pupil of two months, not long enough to learn a single tenet of the Way, start down the mountain—a tempest of his tutelage, like the one who had shattered Markarth with his thu'um.

Behind him, the door of his monastery scrapes. Someone tugs his sleeve: Borri, who has always, since they were boys, walked through snow with a hart's silent tread.

I do not think that one, he signs with ancient hands, will Shout High Kings apart.

"No," Arngeir agrees, his troubled eyes lingering on the Steps. "No. But what will she do?"

* * *

The Dragonborn does a cartwheel in the first open field she meets, or tries to; her pack overbalances her, and she flops into the heather with a whoop.

"The sun!" she says in greeting, and basks in the warm grass. A vole dashes across her hand. She beams at it, half-drunk on freedom and the sweet lowland air, and hails it in the tongue of voles and dragons: "Lok vah, malfahdon!"

Lydia prods her with a foot. "My Thane, we have leagues to travel today—"

The Dragonborn grins and yanks her legs out from under her. The wrestling-match that ensues is brief and unheroic: they crash through the heather, startling a family of grouse, and then Lydia is sitting on the Dragonborn's chest.

"Don't be cross," she laughs, seeing the look on her housecarl's face. "Aren't you glad to be gone from that mountain?"

"Yes, my Thane," says Lydia with utmost patience, breathing hard, "but—"

"No more parsnips!"

Lydia's stubborn scowl wobbles.

"No more parsnips," she concedes, and ducks her head to hide a smile.

Her hair tickles the Dragonborn's nose. Something tugs in her chest, as though a lock of it has snarled around her heart.

"Look," she says, smiling. "Everything listens, down here. Not like those lazy mountain stones." She stretches her arm across the sunlit grass, cupping her hand in invitation. "Malfahdon!"

The heather rustles. The grass parts. The vole, quivering with terror or joy, crawls obligingly into her palm.

[send me a number, and i'll write a microfic using the word or phrase!]

#<3 #skyrim #microfic #arngeir #lydia #oc tag #ayo

[tartsinarat]

He’s just a lil creature

Unlike Belos’s cursed form, Pip actually has two versions. The one drawn here is when he has enough magic stored inside, is a Frankenstein-ed up mess between a basilisk and whatever Belos’s curse in canon is meant to be but because curses in general aren’t explained in explicit detail (especially belos’s one) I thought it would be neat to attempt to give it a cool headcanon

so my idea of what creature these two got stuffed with is something that’s nicknamed a “false Titan” which are a long extinct species of demon? (They might be a sub category of titan though I’m not too sure yet :/) that evolved to mimic titans in order to better hunt their children as well as hunt smaller species of titan that don’t grow to be giants, these guys ended up getting killed off in the war between archivists and titans because the archivists couldn’t tell the difference between the two species but one archivist eventually did and captured one of them for safe keeping/ preserving.

Evelyn was a seller of all kinds of dangerous magical artefacts and human items, she mostly used her business as fun hobby as well to help Caleb with starting their carving business that they wanted to do together because Evelyn running around exploring dangerous ruins wasn’t a good idea because they obviously were planning on starting a family together. Uh that kind of failed spectacularly ngl when the whole fight between Caleb and Philip started so Evelyn in revenge literally grabbed every curse she had in storage and just murked Philip with them after seeing Caleb dead, one of the curses just so happened to be the “false titan” which Philip wasn’t able to remove.

So The reason why Belos snacks on palisman is because they’re grown from using titan magic as well as they have healing properties so like how Eda eats voles, Belos is addicted to eating titan magic because of the curse, also by having the glyphs carved into his arms he fucked himself over even more because the glyphs need to have magic/ energy to function but that then causes the curse to get more agitated and causes the slime/rotting

Obviously Pip ended up getting cursed too because it got passed onto him but due to him being a weird amalgamation of grimwalker parts and basilisk, Pip isnt really interested in eating titan magic and can eat most magic just fine, so King or palisman aren’t in danger around him… but he is carnivorous and has to actually eat the creature to drain the magic rather than just inhaling it Kirby style like how basilisks do

A fun fact about that is that Luz just assumed that Pip just casually eating raw meat was just a witch thing until she learned more about witch diets/ foods and was somewhat horrified and intrigued by what the fuck is up with Pip even more. It’s even funnier when they all eventually go the human realm and Pip is just like this with a piece of raw meat or something

and Luz got so desensitised to Pip and his horrifying habits that she completely forgot to give a heads up to Camila, who at that time just assumed that Pip was just a normal human that was brought into the boiling isles or something and so she was completely taken off guard that out of the gang Pip is the least human/ knowledgeable in acting as a human, she’s mostly fine with it afterwards and only sets a few rules like making sure to not leave blood everywhere but she does almost have a heart attack seeing Pip’s cursed form just napping on the sofa like a weird giant cat

a wild GH masterpost link has appeared!

#the owl house #original character #toh #toh au #golden heir au #the owl house au #art #oc #owl house au #oc stuff #emperor belos #belos toh #philip wittebane

[vickysaurus]

King: "I'm just, like, throwing it out there, but this would be a great time to bring out Harpy Eda."

Eda: "I don't know how! I've tried yelling at it, scaring it-"

King: "Did you ever think about talking to it?"

Eda: "Ha! I-I guess I didn't but it-it's a wild animal."

King: "You thought I was a wild animal once."

"Okay, I'll try. Just… Give me a second... What? You wanna make a deal? Wait. I- I don't know if I can!"

"Okay, okay. I'll do it. Just change NOW!"

"AWWW YES!"

King: "What did you promise to do?"

Eda: "I don't wannna talk about it."

Half an episode later...

King: "She also ate, like, nine voles on the way home."

Eda: "Hey, I had to keep up my end of the bargain."

#eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #the owl house #owl house rewatch #toh

[mintywolf]

She can’t blame them for wanting to tear down the ivy from the barn. After all, it had tried to eat several of her friends the first time they had visited it, in the other here. But at Laudna’s insistence, they have left it climbing on the walls of the cottage. She likes the wild, overgrown look of it, and the reminder of the passage of time in its reach.

Chetney has repaired the roof, loudly decrying the state of the timbers all the while, and there’s now a fresh cover of fragrant heather thatching. Thanks to Orym the new window boxes are full of violets and petunias, and the flowerbeds beside the door lined with columbine and the long stems of purple and blue larkspur and hollyhocks. Fearne, in the shape of a mossy-hoofed water buffalo, has turned over one of the dormant fields to make a vegetable patch, and there’s an herb garden in progress by the kitchen door. Ashton has contributed a scarecrow in the gangly shape of the Nightmare King and evened out the cobblestone path. Imogen’s magic has determinedly cleaned the dust and grime of forgotten decades from the interior, and Laudna’s has mended what she could find to mend.

It’s surprising how much there was still there to find. A kettle left hanging on its hook over the hearth. Dishes still stacked in warped and lopsided kitchen cupboards. A blue and white quilt, mostly preserved from the harrowing of time, folded up in a blanket chest at the foot of her parents’ bed. A faded needlepoint Sun Tree in a frame on the kitchen wall. A rusted tea tin in the haymow containing a crow feather, two empty spools, a handful of mismatched buttons, a pewter unicorn, and other child’s treasures. A dented copper washtub and a washboard in the scullery, now home to a family of voles. A glass jar of marbles in a trunk underneath the rickety structure that used to be her bed up in the loft. Fifteen numbered markings on the kitchen doorframe, ending at her own height. Pegs on the entryway wall still waiting to receive the coats and hoods of the family who went out one winter night and never returned. It’s eerie, stepping into a place that has, like the rest of the world, gone on aging without her, but not entirely unwelcoming.

They clear out what she doesn’t want to save, or is beyond saving, and move around what she does, just so it’s a little different. With the kitchen table at a new angle she’s less likely to expect to see her mother there cutting apples, and instead able to think of Imogen kneading bread dough with her capable hands. Imogen framed by firelight as she reads on the couch by the living room hearth instead of her father in his armchair whittling. Imogen holding the other end of a blanket as they spread it out over the bed in the room that is no longer the place she would come running from a scary dream, but their own.

When the sun begins to set on a day of hard work they wave goodbye to the other Hells as they set off to return to Whitestone for an evening with the crew of the Silver Sun, docked at the skyport. Laudna wipes her work-grimy hands on her apron and takes Pâté out of the pocket, tossing him up into the air so he can stretch his wings. She slips her hand into Imogen’s as they amble around their farmstead, the late spring grass cool and dewy between her bare toes. Pâté bobs after them like a large and particularly ungainly bumblebee. In the soft-footed gloaming, beneath a sky the same color as her wife’s hair, everything looks both new and familiar at once.

(Read more on AO3)

And so I guess Remember Us is now complete! Thank you so much to everyone who has been following it for the past year.

💜🖤

#critical role #critical role fic #imodna #southerngothic #imogen x laudna #laudna #imogen temult #matilda bradbury #it’s done!

[windflowerofskellige]

In a move surprising literally no one, I am once again thinking about Philippa Eilhart. Dress and how Philippa is dressed in the books as a whole are very important to her characterisation but the outfit I think is peak characterisation is her Thanedd Banquet Dress.

We consume this banquet from Geralt's point of view, we see the politics at play, are told the politics at play, but Geralt does not have a wider understanding because he is not a politician. The outfits are meant to describe a lot about the characters, they're easy to pick out at first, Sabrina, Keira with her Ankh juxtaposing her dress so sheer you can see the mole on her left breast, etc. And then Dorregaray of Vole talks with Geralt. Geralt has been pulled every which way told everyone is spying for someone and Dijkstra and Philippa are the most obvious yes? No. Dorregaray points out Philippa's dress is trimmed with an extinct fur, Diamond Ermine. When Philippa comes to steal Geralt away he points it out explicitly, he even adds that the species was officially declared extinct twenty years ago. No, corrects Philippa Eilhart, it was thirty years ago. She even mocks it, saying that she thought about instructing her dressmaker to trim it was raw flax, but then the colours wouldn't have matched.

This says nothing to Geralt, this says EVERYTHING to the reader. The two most notable aspects, the trim of her dress is a fur that is extinct now. The trim of her dress is ermine.

Ermine has historically been defined by heavy sumptuary laws and is a status symbol of royalty. The pointing out of its extinct nature serves to show you the reader she's been at this longer than we suspected.

This dress trim tells us many things about Philippa Eilhart Geralt doesn't know, that he will see through Keira's eyes next chapter more clearly. Philippa Eilhart is not Redania's spy, Dijkstra is. Philippa Eilhart is Redania's Queen Regnant, a puppet master. She has brought Redania's spy, and is there dressed as Redania's Queen in the interest of Redania as well as to have an alibi for the usurping of Vizimir the Second of Redania.

As Tissaia says in the next chapter, Redania hasn't had a King, not for a very long time. This dress shows that.

#meda rambles #the witcher books #the witcher meta #witcher meta #Philippa Eilhart #Thanedd #meda writes

[gluttons-for-punishment]

26th June 1973:

LARRY LUREX unleashed!

In the summer of 1972, producer Robin Geoffrey Cable was attempting to recreate Phil Spector’s “wall of sound” effect in Trident Studios. He ran into Freddie, and asked him to contribute a vocal to the project. Freddie happily obliged, roping in Brian on guitar and Roger on various percussion instruments. The result was I Can Hear Music, a cover of the Ronettes’ 1966 classic.

As it wasn’t a Queen recording - the majority of instruments are played by session musicians, and John Deacon doesn’t feature at all - it was released under the name Larry Lurex (originally Larry Lurex And The Voles From Venus, a pisstake of Gary Glitter (ugh) and Bowie’s Spiders From Mars) the following year, with the sublime Going Back on the B-side (which doesn’t feature any other members of Queen).

I Can Hear Music failed to receive any airplay and subsequently sank without trace. It was officially unavailable until 2000, when it was released as part of the Freddie box set The Solo Collection. Both tracks are currently available on the Messenger Of The Gods CD and vinyl box set, as well as Lover Of Life, Singer Of Songs.

Keep Yourself Alive, Queen’s debut single, was released two weeks after I Can Hear Music.

I Can Hear Music written by Phil Spector, Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich.

Going Back written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin.

#Queen #Freddie Mercury #Larry Lurex #vinyl

[ohvolewheredidyougo]

all my most favourite song lyrics (aka the ones i relate to the most)

this only has glass animals and radiohead, otherwise everyone would be scrolling for 10 minutes

“i wanna go back, i wanna go back

i wanna go back with a club and attack

i wanna take to my guns and break you

i gotta make my little foe take his own”

- flip by glass animals

“oh vole where did you go

dim lanterns held by groans

of beasties sad and tired

lost in the muck and

it’s all dank and gross

slugs on shrooms bubble smoke

through pipes and mondo rolls

their fuzzy warbles drone”

- wyrd by glass animals

“come on you hermit

you never fight back

why don’t you play with bows and arrows?

why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind?

why don’t you set your wings on fire?”

- cocoa hooves by glass animals

“i’m waking up

lost in boxes outside tesco

look like a bum

sipping codeine coca cola

thought that i was northern camden’s own flash gordon

sonic ray gun

gonna be a superstar”

- life itself by glass animals

“PINEAPPLES ARE IN MY HEAD!!

GOT NOBODY COS I’M BRAIN DEAD!!”

- pork soda by glass animals

“did you say something? what’d you say?

was that your voice or was that me?

little voices, buzzing poison

backward noise from everything

dr swango says i’m psycho

says they all from neverland

they’ll never ever let me be

was that your voice or was that me?”

- mama’s gun by glass animals

“guess life is long

when soaked in sadness

on borrowed time

from mr madness

and so it goes

a choking rose back to be reborn

i wanna hold you like you’re mine”

- agnes by glass animals

“you’ve had too much of the digital love

you want everything live

you want things you can touch

make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth

make it feel like that song that just unopened you”

- dreamland by glass animals

“don’t wanna be around you

just wanna be like you”

- hot sugar by glass animals

“BIG DICKS AND BIG OL TITTIES ON THE SLY”

- waterfalls coming out your mouth by glass animals

“ooo i’m breaking down

whispers would deafen me now

you don’t make a sound

heartbreak was never so loud

oooo i’m breaking down

whispers would deafen me now

you don’t make a sound

it’s all so incredibly loud

it’s all so incredibly loud”

- it’s all so incredibly loud by glass animals

“you used to be alright

what happened?

did the cat get your tongue?

did you string come undone?”

- 15 step by radiohead

“i have no idea what i am talking about

i am trapped in this body and can’t get out”

- bodysnatchers by radiohead

“you are my centre when i spin away

out of control on videotape”

- videotape by radiohead

“that there, that’s not me

i go where i please

i walk through walls

i float down the liffey

i’m not here

this isn’t happening”

- how to disappear completely by radiohead

“please could you stop the noise

i’m trying to get some rest

from all the unborn chicken voices in my head

…

when i am king you will be first against the wall

with your opinion

which is of no consequence at all”

- paranoid android by radiohead

“i’d tell all my friends but they’d never believe me

they’d think that i finally lost it completely

i’d show them the stars and the meaning of life

they’d shut me away but i’d be alright”

- subterranean homesick alien by radiohead

“one day i am gonna grow wings

a chemical reaction

hysterical and useless

hysterical and

let down and hanging around

crushed like a bug in the ground”

- let down by radiohead

“a heart that’s full up like a landfill

a job that slowly kills you

bruises that won’t heal

you look so tired unhappy

bring down the government

they don’t, they don’t speak for us

i’ll take a quiet life

a handshake of carbon monoxide

no alarms and no surprises

no alarms and no surprises

no alarms and no surprises

silent, silent”

- no surprises by radiohead

#glass animals #radiohead #song lyrics #lyrics #zaba #how to be a human being #htbahb #dreamland #in rainbows #kid a #ok computer #cedar’s brain chatter

[checkoutmybookshelf]

You Have My Attention: Guardians of Ga'Hoole First Lines

Ok, so despite my not being able to undersell the hold the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series had on me in seventh grade, I do have to credit Dom Noble's Lost in Adaptation video on the series and it's film adaptation for inspiring this post. I also wish I could have taken the series photo on my bookshelf, but this series in in my book tubs in Dad's basement in Alaska. All that said though, this series was one of my favorites for literal years, and I wish they were as well-known as like...Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH or Watership Down. So how did author Kathryn Lasky catch my attention as a reader? Let's look at those first lines.

The world spiraled, the needles of the old fir tree blurred against the night sky and then there was a sickening sensation as the forest floor raced toward him. Soren madly tried to beat his stubby little wings. Useless! He thought, I am dead. A dead owlet. Three weeks out of the shell and my life ends!

-- The Capture

Soren felt the blind snake shift in the deep feathers between his shoulders as he and the three other owls flew through the buffeting winds. They had been flying for hours now, and it seemed as if in the last minutes the darkness had begun to dissolve drop by drop, and they were now passing from the full black of the night into the first light of the morning.

-- The Journey

The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comment was bleeding across the sky.

-- The Rescue

Sparks flow off his beak as the owl, mad with rage, careened through the night sky. "I must find water! I must find water! This mask will melt my eyes. Glaux blood on my brother's gizzard!"

-- The Siege

It was the same. That was her first thought. It looks just like the old fir tree, the one where Soren and I were hatched. And even the shape of the hollow's opening where Mum and Da made their nest, a lopsided O--wasn't that the exact shape?

-- The Shattering

"Night gathers and your time has come," intoned Barran, the large Snowy Owl and monarch of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree. In some ways it seemed like only last night that he, Gylfie, Twilight, and Digger had traveled through that blinding blizzard and had arrived at the great tree. But in other ways it felt like forever. Now they perched, ready to take the most inviolable oath of their lives: They were to become at last Guardians of Ga'Hoole.

-- The Burning

"It's the hatchling," a young owl said as the group watched Nyroc, only son of the great warrior Kludd, begin a power dive. He grasped a charred branch from the ground in his beak and in one swift movement rose seamlessly again into the air brandishing it before him.

-- The Hatchling

"You are a mask. You are nothing more! There is nothing behind your mask, not a face, nothing! I shall fly in the fullness of the night. Under the moon and the stars I shall hunt the vole, the rat, even the fox. I shall become part of owlkind, no matter where I have to go. But I shall go! And I shall never return to the Pure Ones. I defy you. I HAVE FREE WILL!"

-- The Outcast

On a branch outside a hollow of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree, three owls hunched against the first blasts of an early winter gale. One was an Elf Owl, one a Great Gray, and one a Burrowing Owl. They were known collectively as the Band, but their fourth member, the Barn Owl Soren, was in the hollow of his beloved old teacher, Ezylryb. And Ezylryb was dying.

-- The First Collier

Octavia, the pudgy, elderly, blind nest-maid snake, slithered out onto the branch outside her old master's hollow. "Look. I might be blind, but I know that you've been out there all morning. Why aren't you in your hollows sleeping?"

-- The Coming of Hoole

"Nachtmagen!" The word hung in the air treacherous, insidious. "Do you really think so, Coryn?" Gylfie asked. "Do you think that nachtmagen has seeped back into our world with the ember?"

-- To Be a King

"Look at me, look at me!" the Great Gray hooted. His primaries sparked silver in the moonlight as he carved a steep turn, then folded his wings and plunged toward a cresting wave. He swooped up, barely escaping the grip of the sea as the spume trailed behind him like a comet's tail.

-- The Golden Tree

Threading though the roar of the waterfall, the scratch of a pen on parchment could be heard. Heard, that is, if there was anyone to listen except for the writer. But there wasn't.

-- River of Wind

"All right, Otulissa, how does this sound for the lead article?" Fritha, a very diligent Pygmy Owl and one of Otulissa's best students, had become the assistant editor of The Evening Hoot, a newspaper that she and Otulissa had started shorty after Coryn came to the tree.

-- Exile

The light of the low-hanging full-shine moon slipped into the cave, making it glow like a lantern of ice above that tiny gut of sea linking the Southern Kingdoms to the Northern Kingdoms.

-- The War of the Ember

#guardians of ga'hoole #middle grade books #middle grade fantasy #middle grade fiction #books and reading #books #books and novels #book recommendations

[dukeofdogs]

Saskia

Chest 1: The identity of Saskia's mother remains a mystery, though evidence suggests she was Myrgtabrakke – a dragon once the target of a hunting expedition led by King Niedamir of Caingorn. Who took part in the campaign to slay her? The question, rather, is who did not! The party included Yarpen Zigrin and his dwarves, Eyck of Denesle, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Dorregaray of Vole, the Crinfrid Reavers, and even the legendary Geralt of Rivia himself... And yet, somehow, Myrgtabrakke lived. How, you ask? It's unknown for certain, for none on the expedition ever wished to speak of it...

Chest 2: It was Saskia's dream to establish a new kingdom in the Pontar Valley, at the junction of Kaedwen and Aedirn. All races – elves, dwarves, humans, halflings, and gnomes – were to live there in peace, free from prejudice and discrimination. A beautiful dream, indeed... Yet extremely difficult to realize.

Chest 3: After reading Saskia's spirited, impassioned speeches, it's difficult to walk away without an impression that she was unusually... naive. Would an experienced politician believe that a peasant uprising could defeat King Henselt's army? That the Scoia'tael would abandon the forest in order to defend the lives of humans and dwarves? That the Lodge of Sorceresses would provide aid with no ulterior motive? And yet... Such dreamers are needed, for it is only they who can change the world for the better.

Scroll 1: Saskia held several monikers. Queen of the Pontar Valley, the Virgin of Aedirn, the Dragonslayer. Hmm, well... In retrospect, we know that at least two of these titles were undeserved.

Scroll 2: For now, let us leave matters of the bedchamber left to unspoken speculation and focus on her title of "Dragonslayer." In fact, she had never slayed a dragon... Nor had she ever an intent to take her own life.

Scroll 3: Yes, yes, you understood that correctly. Saskia – or rather Saesenthessis, as that was her full name – was none other than a golden dragon, a being able to assume any form...

Scroll 4: But that begs the question... Why assume human form? Why meddle in human affairs? In all likelihood, she inherited her fondness for people from her father, Villentretenmerth.

#gwent: lore #gwent: assets #gwent: seasonal #saskia #saesenthessis #Villentretenmerth #keltullis

[distopea]

If all of your muses were turned into minotaurs but did NOT need to have the bull head, what animal head would they have?

@hhemeraa

I wanted to take some time answering this because I find the concept so cool! ✌️Thank you for the suggestion!

Angelyne, a vole

Small, fragile, close from the nature and far from towns.

Astra, a king cobra

Deadly, dangerous, appears royal and calm, will strike only when needed.

Bastet, a black cat

Intelligent, discreet, look like the local stray, a friend from the night.

Diego, a galah parrot

Noisy, shiny, repeating whatever he has heard and learnt before.

Gabriele, a dobermann

Loyal, misunderstood, scary in the look but protective in the heart, dutiful.

Gambit, a chameleon

Unnoticed, unmasked, in the shadows and hiding.

Jovan, a black wolf

Large, rare and hard to spot, loyal to his pack but wary of strangers.

Mads, a harpy eagle

Sharp mind, sharp eyes, solitary and hard to approach.

Marlo, a gray fox

Curious, smaller than regular foxes, rare and playful.

Mika, a brown bear

Sociable, full of strength, misunderstood as dangerous.

Oliver, a blue budgerigar

In cage, wishes of freedom, a source of entertainment, intelligent.

Kaizen, a golden tiger

A massive threat, murderous intentions, a silent danger.

Vex, a black widow (cw spider photo)

Deadly in every way, utterly venomous, hiding, will bite to kill and at least hurt.

Zeffy, an ocelot

Naturally wary, profound mistrust, hard to approach, great instincts.

Zodiac, a wolverine

Utterly aggressive, very resistant, will bite your hand off for a bad look.

#; hhemeraa #⌇welcome to the circus! ( 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 ) #; finally getting to this!! #; it was fun to think about their versions as minotaurs lmao #; some of them a truly not scary #; some of them I really don't want to cross their way

[ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer]

listening to rat tailed rover like

[id 1: screenshot of text reading: ive crossed the great waters, ive wooed sons and daughters, of rat-kings and vole-counts galore. end id 1]

[id 2: the sonic bisexual meme, a screenshot of sonic with text reading "[sonic] Whoa, they're bisexual, I didnt know that. end id 2]

#kofi young #rat tailed rover #small saga #shrimp shrieks #base tag

[burntfleurs]

somewhere in angrath...

For @kowloonondine

A gale ripped through the forest, its eerie howl echoing around Windmere Castle. The snow had returned several weeks ago, but now the storms had begun to roll in. As the temperature dropped significantly, the days got cloudier and the winds more severe. Aquila’äq had busied himself in ending the pointless war, the same that had taken countless lives and time. If he kept it going for petty reasons… he simply did not deserve to be king. 

A fire crackled in the hearth as he completed his paperwork, rolling up the parchment and stamping it with the seal. The North star. It was the beauty of the Northland, largest in the sky– it could easily be seen at nearly all times of year, like a beacon beyond the atmosphere. Ironically enough, it was also the only star that Angrath shared with Earth. It had been his connection back home, back when he’d ended up there for the first time. How, he didn’t exactly understand. He shoulders that train of thought, having thunk it countless times before. There was no need now to rehash it, not when exhaustion had ringed his eyes and taxed his strength. 

He was no alien here. This was his land, filled with the icy tundras and the towering beasts within the forests. Greatbears, wastewolves and graceful stags. Little squirrels and voles, foxes and mink. There were too many to account for. The king smiles wryly, listening as a log shifts in the hearth. Slowly, he rises, pushing back his chair and placing his hands on his desk. He sighs, dropping his head. For a moment, all he could do was stare down at his hands. They’d become weathered, in his thirty-fourth year– soon to be thirty-fifth. Scars criss crossed his tan skin, telling the same tales as the ones across his torso and biceps. There was his family heirloom, the heavy obsidian ring stamped with their sigil. Pjollaris. Another was nested between his index and ring finger, its white gold a contrast to his skin. It was engraved with runes. A promise. 

He straightens up to his full height, leaving the room with haste. There was still time in the day– barely three hours– he did not want to waste any more of it. He feels the ring against his cool skin, as if pushing him onwards. Corridor after corridor, closing the distance between him and his betrothed. Lanfen. He expects to find her with her head bent over a desk, studiously preparing herself for the coming responsibilities. She frightened him, at times, her ability to speak his own language now as if she lived here her entire life. Not only that, but she spoke as if she were a scholar– something her tall counterpart still had difficulty to maintain. He tired easily of conversation where it was not necessary, while she picked it up with ease at the meetings. 

His stoic expression softens, the corner of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. He looked almost wolfish, austerity replaced by something much lighter. Aquila’äq pushes open the door to the library, an eager gaze searching the room before it lands on her. The vision in his mind’s eye of her studying had been all too accurate– it was all she did, these days. 

“Woman,” he greets softly, stopping to rest his hand on the back of her chair. “What are you doing?”

#aquila;lit #aquila;lanfen

[lizzybeth1986]

Character Playlist: Hayden Young

I realised this year that even though Hayden's was the first appreciation week I'd ever organised, I had never gotten around to creating my own playlist for them. And I've always had songs I associate with them...so I figured now would be the best time to compile them!!

Most of them deal with similar themes of self-discovery and love - both themes I find in abundance in Hayden's story. There are three foreign-language songs, for which I'll attach the translations - one Hindi, one French and one Japanese.

Tagging @haydenyoungappreciationweek and @sazanes for HYAW Day 1: Indescribable! Find the Spotify list here!

On a Day Like Today - Bryan Adams

On a day like today the whole world could change

The sun's gonna shine, shine thru the rain

On a day like today no one complains

Free to be pure, free to be sane

In the Lap of the Gods (Revisited) - Queen

No beginning, there's no ending

There's no meaning in my pretending

Believe me, life goes on and on and

Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong

Indescribable - Olivia Broadfield

Too indescribable

I've got to think it over

When you kiss me like that.

Too indescribable

I've got a sinking feeling,

I don't like where this is at.

It's My Life - Bon Jovi

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for faith-departed

And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...

All the King's Horses - Karmina

There is a reason I'm still standing

I never knew if I'd be landing

And I will run fast, outlast

everyone that said no...

Safar - Masala Coffee

Duniya ik kitaab, padhna hai pura

The world is a book; I will read every page of it.

Raahi hoon main hamesha...

I am a traveller, I have always been...

Nayi duniya nayi ruhan

New worlds...new souls...

Rahat har raah deti hai

Every road gives me solace

Safar hai takhti musafir ki

The voyage awaits its voyager

Manzil ki parwah kahaan...

Who cares where the destination is!

Lyrics and Translation

What was I Made For - Billie Eilish

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Alone Part II - Alan Walker, Ava Max

We all need that someone

who gets you like no one else

Right when you need it the most

We all need a soul to rely on

A shoulder to cry on

A friend through the highs and the lows

I'm not gonna make it alone

anatomy - kenzie

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

And still, you don't know me at all

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

(while the original context of this song was about the singer's feelings about her father's abandonment of their family, I thought the lines worked well for a Hayden thinking about a parent that didn't exist 😞)

Sun - Sleeping At Last

Our once barren world now brims with life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes

I guess space, and time

Takes violent things, angry things

And makes them kind

Dernière Danse - Indila

Je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit

I move mountains, day and night

Je danse avec le vent la pluie

I dance with the wind the rain

Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel

A little love, a bit of honey

Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur

And in the noise, I run and I'm scared

Est ce mon tour

Is it my turn?

Vient la douleur

Here comes the pain

Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne

Throughout Paris, I abandon myself

Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole

And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Lyrics and Translation

Then You Look At Me - Celine Dion

Day by day

I find my way

Look for the soul and the meaning

Then you look at me

And I always see

What I have been searching for

I'm lost as can be

Then you look at me

And I am not lost anymore

orion - Kenshi Yonezu

Even in dreams, my heart is somehow never at its best—

So don't bother worrying... about my grievances and tears.

Pulling a string from my unraveling sweater, I constantly tried to weave a constellation,

Using our fingers as the stars.

It ended up so terribly haphazard that we both had to laugh!

If you were truly there with me in that moment... that's more than enough

Lyrics and Translation

You Gotta Be - Des'ree

Listen as your day unfolds

Challenge what the future holds

Try and keep your head up to the sky

Lovers, they may cause you tears

Go ahead, release your fears

Stand up and be counted

Don't be ashamed to cry

#hayden young #perfect match #haydenyoungappreciationweek #HYAW #HYAW 2023 #HYAW Day 1 #HYAW Day 1: Indescribable #lizzybeth1986 #content: playlist

[lampmanliveblogs]

Called it.

Trying to get a good screenshot of Hunter lunging for the portal key was a lie so I didn’t even bother. This one was funnier anyway. Graceful as a cat, Amity.

Holy shit that was awesome! That action scene was barely a minute long, but jam-packed with cool stuff!

Little Rascal dives in front of Hunter to protect him from King’s attack, finally manifesting itself as a proper staff for the first time. Hunter struggling to adapt to the palisman’s living power instead of his staff’s artificial magic… the confirmation that yes, nonmagical people can draw on magic power from a palisman to cast spells. Hunter rains down a storm of magic bolts that begin to bounce around (what was that thing I said before about magic bouncing around in an action scene?). Hunter zips around like he’s Fox in Smash Bros, forcing Amity on the defensive until she finds an opening to punch him with an abomination fist that has some nasty-looking spikes on it. She then briefly overpowers him until he breaks free and they end up in this situation.

Just beautiful stuff. Very nice push and pull flow. King helps out a bit, but this is mainly a fight between Amity and Hunter. We see Amity pull of some cool moves with her abomination goop. It’s honestly kinda similar to how we saw Darius use his abomination magic in Eda’s Requiem as he didn’t really form it into golems, but formed the goop itself into objects. This goes to show that maybe Alador was right when he said she might be the next Head Witch of the Abomination Coven one day.

And it all ends in this stalemate. So, how do we proceed?

Oh no, you’re not sneaking that detail past me! I heard Amity squeezing the key so hard it cracked, and there we are. Cracked and broken. It probably won’t work now.

I mean, Luz literally blew the portal door to pieces and Belos managed to salvage it, so they might be able to fix they key too, but it should buy them a little time.

Come to think of it, I’m actually kinda surprised that Little Rascal is okay with all of this, I thought it was all about forcing its stupid witch to get on that redemption arc. 

Mushroo-oh, I get it. Whoever came up with this gag must be a real fun guy.

(heh)

Of all the things to be right about, it was the ”Eda promised the Owlbeast to eat a bunch of rodents” thing.

Do you guys think the Owlbeast likes vole curry? I’ve heard it’s popular in some underground restaurants.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e9 #eclipse lake