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Mushroom Bay Beach, Lembongan island, Bali
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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle
Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version.
ie. The Tweels' idea of fun is torture and an unsuspecting, red-headed, hero steps in to save the day
[PART 1] [PART 2]
You were floating contentedly on a soft, yellow, raft. Enjoying the sun on your face and the gentle lap of the waves against your toes.
And then you were not.
And who was to blame for your sudden descent into the swirling, shadowed, riptides of the bay? Well, a pair of sharp smiles popping in and out of your water-logged vision was proof enough. Go swimming with Jade and Floyd, Azul had said. They’ll genuinely appreciate it, he’d said.
And what if they kill me? You’d said. Eat me? Drown me? Fill my swimsuit with sand and rocks, and then leave me at the bottom of the ocean?
Oh, they like you too much for that, he’d huffed, something sour and resigned twisting at his mouth. They may just… play with you a bit.
CLUNK CLUNK went the first of many stones as Floyd unloaded his mucky haul over your flailing shoulders. You could see the bubbles of his laughter swirling through the water, soon joined by the more subtle froth of Jade’s chuckles.
You were half-way through planning the best sermon to mortify Azul at your funeral when a strong pair of decidedly-not-eel-like arms wrapped around your torso and hauled you back to the surface.
“Are you alright?!” A pause as you hacked up a bucket’s worth of salt water all over your savior’s shoulders. “Well, clearly you’re not okay—but let’s just—I mean—I’ll take you back to shore!”
And so, you were returned to the warm, sandy, beach curtesy of a kind, sun kissed, stranger with a surprisingly good backstroke.
Once you had your feet properly back on the ground and had vomited mouthful after mouthful of murky water from your gut, you finally had a chance to observe your hero in all his glory.
He looked about your age, but there was a self-assuredness to him that would normally either speak of many years lived or many years catered to. Judging by his goofy but sugar-sweet smile and the swim trunks embroidered with what looked like actual gold threading, you were going to guess it was the latter. His eyes were as blue as the water he’d pulled you from, and lit with a mischievousness that was placid enough not to set your hackles on edge. The swoop of red hair atop his head was shockingly bright (and shockingly well styled, considering he’d also been submerged in that sticky seawater just moments before). Not even Ace’s awful mess of a hairdo could have prepared you for the blinding crimson locks curling softly against the breeze.
“Thanks,” you managed to wheeze out, hands on your knees and practically doubled over entirely. God, you were going to murder those stupid twins. Or at least dump all of Jade’s mushrooms down the toilet. And maybe get Grim to piss on Floyd’s basketball shoes if he wasn’t too much of a coward.
“Of course,” he smiled, gentle in the way that one may approach a spooked animal. Frankly it was a bit insulting, but perhaps it was just that having lived so long amidst your beloved, heathenish, classmates, politeness of any kind came across as suspect. “Do you need me to get the healer? Or—excuse me—the doctor? Yes?”
“I don’t think I’m that dead yet,” you mumbled and gave yourself a whack on the chest for good measure. “But I guess only time will tell, huh?”
Your savior looked properly startled, and you had to remind yourself once again that normal people did not laugh off horrific brushes with mortality. Normal people showed empathy, and compassion, and wouldn’t have dragged you to the bottom of the goddamn lagoon in the first place.
Sunshine-Boy shook himself out of whatever funk had swept through his brain quickly enough, and he stepped towards you with another one of those insanely luminescent smiles.
“Well, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it is my very great pleasure to meet you. My name is Rielle Tidal!” he beamed, and swooped into an odd sort of half-bow. It looked very much like someone who’d only ever vaguely heard about the concept of a curtsy, and was trying to pull one for themselves. His lips quirked into a grin that was so wide and white it was practically seared into your retinas. “Youngest Prince of Atlantica.”
You just nodded, hoping it looked polite and not put-upon. At this point, you’d had more than enough of second princes, and crowned-princes, and so-rich-they-might-as-well-be-princes. Youngest princes probably wouldn’t be much better.
“A pleasure,” you huffed and spat a sea-soaked wad of hair from your mouth.
Rielle’s inhumanely radiant smile dimmed under your lack of enthusiasm and he tried again, shoving his hand back out for you to shake. You did, if only because his dejected expression made you feel like he’d caught you kicking puppies or something. You managed to gurgle your name out past your salt-slick tongue and the burning in your lungs. He repeated it slowly, carefully, like he was memorizing the way it felt in his mouth.
“Well then! Are you feeling a little better now?” he asked, genuine worry swimming in his blue eyes.
“I don’t think I’m drowning anymore,” you sighed, and gave one, last, proper, hack for good measure.
“That’s good at least!” he laughed. It was such a strange laugh—not in a bad way. Just… weirdly perfect. Tinkling like bells and so warm it nearly wiped away the heavy chill that had seeped into your limbs. The most perfectly-perfect laugh that you had ever head. The kind of sound that poets could write endlessly about. After spending months with people whose giggles sounded like the rumbling of chainsaws or the underscore of a horror movie, hearing something so lovely and normal was… unsettling.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tops of two very familiar heads crest above the waves.
You fought the very strong urge to stick your tongue out and flip them the bird.
Rielle noticed your change in focus and his sapphire eyes tracked out to the pair of twins bobbing up and down menacingly in the water.
“Are those your friends?” he asked.
“’‘Friends’ is a strong word,” you grit out.
“Is it?” he gaped. “Oh no! I’ve been using it all the time! Do you think I’ve been upsetting people?!”
You had to physically clap your jaw closed. Was this a real person? Actually? Could a creature so pure and bubbly actually exist in the same universe where someone like Azul could charge upwards of fifteen thaumarks for a single drink?
“I’m… sure you’re fine,” you placated.
Immediately he brightened. “Oh! That’s good! So can we be friends then?”
“You want to be friends. With me?” you deadpanned, shocked.
His cheeks bloomed a lovely shade of pink that somehow managed to not clash horrendously with his bottle-red hair.
“W-Well, maybe we could—”
“Awww~” came a horribly shrill, familiar, drawl. “Did Shrimpy make a new friend, hmm?”
“Now, Prefect,” followed an even worse voice. The one that had lulled you in once-upon-a-time with its deceptive politeness and professionalism. “You of all people should know how unfair it would be to attempt expanding your social circle further. What with all your commitments.”
“Who’s gonna’ scrub dishes with me, Shrimpy?” Floyd whined, draping himself over one shoulder. “Or make sure I get to basketball practice on time?”
“And what ever would we do without the Lounge’s most beloved executive assistant?” Jade hummed, pressing himself into the other.
“Suffer,” you spat, and Jade’s pointed smirk curled into a grin so sharp that you were a bit worried you were about to lose a chunk of your arm.
“Aw, see?” Floyd cried, tugging your closer to his soaking chest. “You don’t wanna’ be friends with this lil’ Shrimp, Princey. It’s mean.”
You fought the urge to bite his fingers. Prince Rielle was taking in the entire situation with a look of abject horror. And also… recognition? You could see his blue eyes narrow, as if in deep thought. And he was looking over Floyd and Jade’s ugly, snarling, mugs like if he squinted hard enough, maybe he could figure out just what exactly these two demon spawn were meant to be.
“Anways!” Jade smiled. “We ought to be going.”
“But you’re still soaked!” Rielle objected, turning back to you with a furrowed brow. “And you almost just drowned!”
“Ah. Did you?” Jade hummed, arching a brow at you. You stomped on his foot. He didn’t react.
“At least take this,” Rielle offered, rifling around in one of the discarded tote bags in the sand to produce a giant, fluffy towel. “And, uhm, maybe this too.” He pressed something small and silver into your hands. “To help brush your hair out, at least.”
“This is a fork,” you frowned.
“It’s a dinglehopper,” he corrected, looking horribly confused. And you decided to take back all the nice things you’d been thinking about him earlier.
“Well, thank you then. I think,” you huffed, accepting the ‘dinglehopper’ with as much grace as you could.
“I’ll be seeing you!” Rielle chirped, as Jade took one arm and Floyd took the other—bodily hauling you in the other direction.
“No, I don’t think you will,” Jade beamed, looking positively venomous.
#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland#Jade Leech x reader#Floyd Leech x reader#Rielle x reader#My Writing#Octavinelle x reader#twst x reader#the tweels#jade leech#floyd leech#Rielle#Azul Ashengrotto x reader#Heroes vs. Villains#Heroes vs Villains Octavinelle Part 1
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On animism
One of my teachers at university told us something today, that I believe to be relevant to animism and therefore also witchcraft:
He explained that in the West we see everything as occurences, whereas in some languages the same happenings are described as actions. Meaning that in the West we tend to imply that there is no agency involved in whatever happens, while some other languages tend to imply that someone activily causes things. His example was that in the West rain is understood as something that just happens, no one causes the rain. Whereas in Mesoamerica it was believed that it rained because some god was crying.
While the idea of a literal crying god causing it to rain on earth might be outdated, I find it really interesting how these two perspectives - events vs. actions - might shape our relationship with the world. If rain is not just an occurence, but someone acting with agency, rain becomes another part of the community we live in. The community then doesn't only consist of humans anymore, but of everything that surrounds us. Suddenly there are all these new players that actively affect your life with their actions. Other-than-human persons that you can interact with and with whom you have to keep a friendly relationship. If the tree in front of your house isn't just an object, but a being with agency, you actually have to be at least respectful and might even want to build a relationship with them, get to know them, learn from them.
I think that's really the core of animism. Descriptions of animism are often reduced to the believe that everything has a soul, but I think believe doesn't even factor into it. You don't need to believe that there is a non-physical aspect to rain, mountains, stones. It's about how we interact with them. I don't even have to ask myself the question if the tree in front of my house has a soul in order to learn about and from them or to interact with them. In my opinion animism is something that is done, not thought or believed. It's a perspective.
Listening to my teacher also reminded me of the following part of Braiding Sweetgrass (great book btw) which explains all this really well:
A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa - to be a bay - releases the water from bondage and lets it live. "To be a bay" holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the lan- guage I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.
[...]
This is the grammar of animacy. [...] In English, we never refer to a member of our family, or indeed to any person, as it. That would be a profound act of disrespect. It robs a person of selfhood and kinship, reducing a person to a mere thing. So it is that in Potawatomi and most other indigenous languages, we use the same words to address the living world as we use for our family. Because they are our family.
To whom does our language extend the grammar of animacy? Naturally, plants and animals are animate, but as I learn, I am discovering that the Potawatomi understanding of what it means to be animate diverges from the list of attributes of living beings we all learned in Biology 101. In Potawatomi 101, rocks are animate, as are mountains and water and fire and places. Beings that are imbued with spirit, our sacred medicines, our songs, drums, and even stories, are all animate. The list of the inanimate seems to be smaller, filled with objects that are made by people.
[...]
The language reminds us, in every sentence, of our kinship with all of the animate world.
- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants (2013), p. 78-80.
#animism#witchcore#witch blog#witchcraft#witch books#braiding sweetgrass#witchy#folk witchcraft#folk magic#plant witch#bookblr#bookish#booklr#studyblr#animist
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"cause you could be the one that i love"
a jade leech x izuku midoriya one-shot 😨
idea from @quartztwst 💥💥💥
trope: uuuh mutual pining+childhood friends to crush to maybe lovers when they maybe have the balls to ask eachother out
warnings: english isn't my first language so watch out for grammar errors 😞, jade being cringe (when is he not), lack of azul ashengrotto but it's only because he's actively avoiding downbad jade, jade being the bubonic plague personified, floyd using slang because he does, MY HERO ACADEMIA, strange mha x twst crossover in which quirks are unique magics cause i hate calling a super cool power a QUIRK, BAD WRITING!!!!!!
"and i become hypnotised by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"
jade loved izuku. a shocker to no one but him, apparently.
"whaddya mean how'd i know about you like-liking sea sheepie?" his twin brother floyd drawled, "you ain't slick, that's how."
"stop asking me strange questions on your shift, jade." azul gave him a flat look before readjusting his glasses, "but if you must, i'd say i realised your... feelings for midoriya when you tried to name another one of your mushroom dishes after him for the third time in a row even after i denied your submission the first and second time."
it was an unexpected realisation but not one he found that surprising—now that he thought about it, he had always loved izuku. not the way he loved him now obviously but even when they were younger, he had always appreciated him some way somewhat—whether it was for his notebooks filled with almost scarily accurate and detailed information about famous mages' unique magics, his funny little quirks, the astounding determination and strength laying dormant within him, the cleverness he displayed in difficult situations, his optimism, his laugh, his smile, his freckles, his green eyes akin to grass, to leaves, to seaweed, to sea glass and to well, jade.
he sighed as he leaned over the counter of mostro lounge in a particularly dramatic way, woe is the poor eel who fell head over heels for a human, right? though he imagined it wouldn't be so bad if said-human loved him back. they could hang out like they used to at takoba bay, except they'd call it a date this time.
he started spacing out at the thought of izuku and him, holding hands, under the shade of an umbrella on the beach, laughing, swimming, him diving under the water and dragging the smaller boy with him for a few seconds, maybe kissing—
"ow!" jade whipped around to glare at his brother, who was giving him a dirty look—as if he had been the one to kick him in the shin.
jade shot him a pointed smile, "what could that possibly have been for, brother dearest?" floyd rolled his eyes as he turned away, "dunno, maybe for being a cornball in public??" he cackled, loud and mocking, as jade threw an empty bottle at him, his aim a bit off—enough to miss his twin's back as he slipped back in the kitchen. he could already hear azul berating him for this—for daydreaming on shift or for throwing a possibly harmful item, missing floyd and it hitting the wall instead, he didn't know yet.
throwing possibly harmful items at others and missing... that reminded him of his and izuku's first meeting, though he hadn't meant to throw anything at anyone with his projectiles... the first time, at least. he smiled giddily.
truly, how lucky and fortunate jade leech was to be able to love izuku midoriya.
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"feelin' like a face in the crowd, i'm reaching for you, terrified"
izuku loved jade. he loved, jade. his childhood friend, the eelmer, the sneaky bastard with a silver tongue (endearment), the obscenely tall, nice (to him at least), caring (derogatory), sweet (questionable claim) guy named jade. he sighed into his palms before looking up and staring at a picture of them he stuck on the wall a few years ago, jade had been gushing about a new species of mushroom he had found on one of his hikes when his mom snapped it. he, on the other hand, had been... looking at the other boy. no, that wasn't the right word to describe the look in his eyes then—he had been admiring him. how could he not? the merfolk was so passionate when he talked about something he truly loved... he wondered if he would talk about him that way if they ever—oh.
this was bad, this was really really bad. he couldn't let this happen, but surely he could fix this some way somewhat, right? he racked his brain for a way to cover this mess up, he wasn't a good actor, he couldn't even entertain the idea of pretending he doesn't love him because that would only result in jade teasing him to death—which would be a really pathetic death, even for him. he couldn't avoid him either—that was simply impossible, one because he doesn't actually want to stay away from him and two because he knows for a fact that if he tried doing that, jade could and absolutely would find him and force him to talk to him again.
he flopped down on his bed to roll around on his mattress in self-pity, if it had been a passing crush like what he had felt for uraraka in his first year then maybe he could've ignored the pull—but the tide was clearly stronger than him this time, and the depths of his feelings was scary. the honesty this love would cost him terrified him. he shook his head, how hypocritical of him to fall for someone who could force the truth out of him anytime any day.
after a few more weeks (a month or two) of agony, he admitted defeat. there was no way to escape this, izuku would have to face his feelings, he would have to face jade.
and so he would, he would reach for his hand and it would be up to jade whether he'd take it or brush it off.
...he would rather if he took it though.
also scraps LOL:
though izuku would like to say so, jade hadn't always been his friend. with him running after katsuki and jade doing god-knows-what with his brother under the sea, they really had had no reason to meet when they were children.
until they did, and well, saying it hadn’t been the friendliest first meeting was an understatement.
they were both 10 when they first met, it was winter—just a little while before christmas. izuku had been looking for seashells or pretty rocks to gift his mom while narrowly avoiding the growing amount of trash on the surface of takoba bay's once beautiful shore.
jade, on the other hand, had been grudgingly dragging plastic bags to the surface—he was on cleaning duty that day. 'cleaning duty' mainly consisted of finding human junk in the sea and putting it back to where it came from—land. the little eel thought that cleaning up after others—especially complete strangers—was mind-numblingly boring, but kept quiet while his twin brother floyd complained, rather loudly, for everyone and anyone within reach to hear.
instead, he vengefully threw empty cans and other items like soggy shoes towards the beach. honestly, how unfair was it that he had to pick up some random landdwellers' trash? he didn't tell them to throw their junk in his home, did he? he kept on throwing stuff until one of his projectiles didn't meet the sand but a little boy's face.
in his defence, it had been an honest mistake—he really hadn't meant to throw a dirty swimsuit at someone's head.
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jade wouldn't ever want to tell anyone he had always been izuku's friend, he thought that would undermine everything they went through together—which would be a shame, truly. their bond was really precious to him as it is something he earned—it was not natural like his and floyd's nor was it born out of mutual benefit like his and azul's. it was something that grew with them and soon enough tied them together like an invisible string. he thought that their relationship was fine just like that, more than fine actually.
but it seemed as though he was the only one who felt that way, that strongly.
the eel listened as izuku talked about a classmate, he then watched as izuku walked with a boy and a girl on the beach. he kept on watching and listening as the smaller boy grew away and apart from him—still, they were friends, so izuku kept visiting him. but it felt different, now that jade knew the boy treated him like every other friend he had, he felt... a bit of everything all at once. he was happy his friend had a lot of friends now, really. he was also maybe a bit jealous of how many friends he had too. or maybe it was that he was jealous of the friends because of how much time they got to spend with him? he wasn't sure. he also felt fear, fear that maybe izuku would leave him again, but to bask in the presence of others this time.
he hated that idea.
#definitely took longer than an hour or two sorryyyyyy#jade leech x izuku midoriya#jade x izuku#twst#mha#jade's is shorter than izuku because idk ig it's harder to write an eel-dude#but the quality of jade's is better#what have i done#if this was on ao3 i would've posted this with the tags The Author Regrets Everything+The Author Regrets Nothing#look up sea sheeps they look exactly like deku i swear#jeiku#??? APPARENTLY??????#twst x mha
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Your Order is Served Quest Checklist
A friend suggested I make checklists for this quest line. Keep in mind that you might not craft a gold star dish on the first try, so you may need to collect much more than what the recipe calls for. (It took me at least 4 tries to make a gold star Oysters Akwinduu.)
If cooking is difficult to you because of lag or server congestion, you can always have a friend help you. (I will even help if you are on the NA server, just lmk.) You will need to start the cooking so you get the dish, but it will use whoever is using the station's ingredients, so plan accordingly.
In addition to the ingredients, you will need 2 mixing stations, 2 ovens, 2 prep stations, and 1 stove.
[ ] Gold Star Oysters Akwinduu
1 Oyster Meat
5 Salt
1 Spicy Pepper
1 Tomato
1 Onion
1 Wild Garlic
1 Heat Root
1 Butter
1 Chapaa Meat
[ ] Gold Star Muujin Bahari
1 Butter
2 Wheat
2 Corn
3 Salt
1 Chapaa Meat
1 Mushroom
1 Spicy Pepper
1 Onion
2 Spice Sprouts
1 Wild Garlic
3 Muujin Meat
3 Plant Fiber
3 Cooking Oil
1 Vinegar
1 Egg
[ ] Gold Star Petit Fives
2 Sugar
2 Butter
1 Egg
1 Flour
2 Sweet Leaf
1 Milk
1 Fruit
1 Corn
Raw materials list & where to get each item under the cut.
1 Oyster Meat - From unopened oysters found on the beaches of Bahari Bay, simply open the oyster like you would a zeki capsule.
8 Salt - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 10 Gold. In total: 80 gold.
2 Spicy Pepper - The seeds can be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 170 gold. They are harvested after the first 6 days of growth, and then every 3 days for a total of 4 harvests.
1 Tomato - The seeds can be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 80 gold. They are harvested after the first 4 days, then every 2 days for a total of 3 harvests.
2 Onion - Onions can be purchased from the Daiya Family Farm for 120 gold each, so 240 gold. The seeds can be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 20 gold (total: 40). They are harvested after 4 days of growth.
2 Wild Garlic - Foraged from Kilima Valley and Bahari Bay. May also be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 30 gold (60 gold total).
1 Heat Root - Foraged from Bahari Bay cliffs.
4 Butter - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 40 gold, for a total of 160 gold.
2 Chapaa Meat - Hunted from Chapaa or purchased from Zeki's General Store for 26 gold, for a total of 52 gold.
2 Wheat - The seeds can be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 25 Gold (total: 50 gold). It is harvested after 4 days. Additionally, you can purchase it from the Daiya Family Farm for 130 gold, or 260 gold.
3 Corn - The seeds can be purchased from Zeki's General Store for 30 gold (90 total) and are harvested after 5 days of growth. Additionally, you can purchase corn directly from the Daiya Family Farm for 160 gold (total: 480 gold).
1 Mushroom - It can be any mushroom, so I recommend the mushrooms foraged from Kilima Valley.
2 Spice Sprouts - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 30 Gold (60 gold total), or foraged from Mirror Fields or Leafhopper Hills in Kilima Valley.
3 Muujin Meat - Obtained by hunting Muujin. A tip I have for hunting them: Go to the cliffs above Statue Garden and chop the trees. Muujin will run into trees, so chopping the tree will "release" them so to speak.
3 Plant Fiber - Obtained from chopping trees or bushes.
3 Cooking Oil - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 20 gold, or a total of 60 gold.)
1 Vinegar - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 200 Gold.
2 Egg - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 24 gold, for a total of 48 gold.
2 Sugar - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 20 gold, or a total of 40 gold.
1 Flour - Purchased from Zeki's General store for 10 gold.
2 Sweet Leaf - Foraged from Bahari Bay.
1 Milk - Purchased from Zeki's General Store for 30 gold.
1 Fruit - This can be Blueberry or Apple.
To get blueberries: You will receive 5 blueberry bush seeds from completing Badruu's friendship level 3 quest. The blueberries are harvested 4 times.
To get Apples: One seed is received after completing Nai'o's friendship level 3 quest. Another is received for completing Zeki's level 3 friendship quest. Apple trees can be harvested 4 times.
As always, let me know if I have forgotten something.
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Recs for:
Ryder/David
Davina/Trace
Tylvinian Tales
and cause I wanna listen to the sound you associate with your work, can I get recs for:
The Crimson Bride in general
Infernal Serenade in general
Cats of Imperium
Remi/Sawyer
aaaaand the doggy game show WIP? (i hate that I can never remember the name cause it's such a good WIP and I remember LIKING the name but it always slips and GAH)
Gonna be honest, I don't know Davina and Trace's relationship dynamic well enough to recommend songs for them. But here is some song recs for Ryder/David:
Best Behavior by Louisa Johnson
Smoke Signals by Cavetown, Tessa Violet
Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy
Blinded By Love by Lenka
Fix You by Coldplay
Jenny by Studio Killers
Hometown Smile by Bahjat
Whataya Want from Me by Adam Lambert
You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood
I Don't Wanna See You Cryin' Anymore by Adam Melchor
Here's also the playlist link:
For Tylvinian Tales, I wasn't quite as confident with it since the WIP also focuses a lot on Ryder/David, but:
Lo-Fi Children by Wild Party
Everything's Okay by Lenka
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
Bumpy Ride by The Hoosiers
Think Before I Talk by Astrid S
If You Ever Want To Be In Love by James Bay
broken by lovelytheband
Doubt by Twenty One Pilots
Choices by The Hoosiers
Chasing The Sun by Sara Bareilles
Here is the playlist:
As for my own WIPs, I'll do the top six songs for each.
The Crimson Bride:
The Attic by Yutaka Minobe
If The World Falls To Pieces by Young Summer
Mushroom Punch by Zella Day
Taking You Dancing by Jason Derulo
Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue
Sugar Water by Flower Face (tw abusive relationship, intense metaphors related to death)
Infernal Serenade:
Rats by Maximus KQ
Burning Pile by Mother Mother
Let It In by Josh Woodward (tw intense descriptions/ some body horror)
Dirty Town by Mother Mother
Devil in Paradise by Cruel Youth
The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley (tw blood, love obsession/violence)
Nocturnus by Adrian Von Ziegler
Go Get Your Gun by The Dear Hunter (tw mention of gun violence)
Christmas Kids by Roar (tw stalking? mention of drinking)
I Don't Take Insults Lightly by Madds Buckley
(I tried to mix in a variety from the different books and did ten for this one lol).
Cats of Imperium:
Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos
Day and Night (From "Shiki") by Christina Nova
Dusk Of A Northern Kindgdom by Adam Skorupa
Of Dreams and Dragons (Original Soundtrack) by Karpov Kinrade
A Celtic Lore by Adrian Von Ziegler
Moonsong by Adrian on Ziegler
Remi/Sawyer:
Why Do You Feel So Down by Declan McKenna
Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny
Squaring Up by Sir Chloe
Only Yourself by Kevin Devine
Honey And The Bee by Owl City
Noise in my Head by spookyghostboy (tw depression)
Milk by Jack Stauber's Micropop
Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore
First Love/Late Spring by Mitski
The Breeding Grounds:
Sway by Fitz and The Tantrums
Make You Mine - Acoustic by PUBLIC
Ghost of Chicago by Noah Floersch
Tangled Up - Lokee Remix by Cao Emerald, Lokee
Girls by Zella Day
City of Stars / Audition (From "La La La Land") [Mashup] by Bailey Pelkman
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My apologies for the radio silence, folks! The past couple of weekends have been super busy--but with a lot of great stuff!
Weekend before last was Wings Over Willapa, the birding and nature festival that happens on and around Willapa NWR in the very southwest corner of Washington. It's one of my favorite events throughout the year, and I have been involved from the very beginning back in 2018. This year I actually got to be a tourist in addition to a tour guide, getting to explore the old growth cedar forest at Ellsworth Canyon with a Nature Conservancy employee. it was incredible getting extra perspective on this special place. I also got to guide tours through even more old growth cedar at Long Island on Saturday, someplace that I never, ever, ever get tired of. I love how the thousand-plus year old cedars have crowns on the top, since the storm winds often shear off the trees' leaders, so another must then sprout. It gives them more personality.
Right after that I hustled on over to Loomis Lake State Park to lead my beach tour. We explored the dunes, and I showed the participants how to tell the difference between the native Leymus mollis dune grass, and the invasive Ammophila grasses that have taken over that habitat. We found some neat things while beachcombing, like marine snail egg casings, and had some great wildlife sightings, like lines of brown pelicans coasting over the waves, and a lone Hudsonian whimbrel picking its way along the beach in search of food.
That evening we were treated to the keynote speech by author and conservationist Paul Bannick, who spoke on how woodpeckers and owls are very often keystone species in their habitats. I had just enough time that night to get some sleep before peeling myself out of bed for an 8am tour that I led around the Art Trail and Cutthroat Climb at the old Refuge headquarters. I am in love with that place, and I am overjoyed the trails are open to the public after extensive improvements were made earlier this year.
This past weekend was just as much fun! I have been very excited to see the development of Snow Peak's new campfield in Long Beach. For those who aren't aware, Snow Peak is a quality outdoor supply company based in Japan, analogous to REI or Patagonia. Each of their flagship stores has a campfield within a couple of hours which has camping and events. The Long Beach location is associated with the Snow Peak store in Portland, and is just about ready for a soft opening!
I have been hoping to get in touch with folks there since I really, really want to see more ecotourism out in the Long Beach and Willapa Bay area. We're so lucky to have so much beautiful nature out here, and I want to see more people getting to enjoy it. I was thrilled when a representative contacted me some weeks back inviting me to teach a couple of mushroom foraging classes during this year's Snow Peak Way, an annual camping event that draws hundreds of people and which was held this year over on the east side of the Cascades in Tygh Valley.
To say that I had a great time would be an immense understatement. I have been to a lot of festivals, conventions, and other events over the years, and this had all the things that I love about these events, without the things I find obnoxious. I made a lot of friends and connections, was fed VERY good food, and if my experience with borrowed gear is any indication, Snow Peak is well worth the hype. I am very much hoping to get to partner more with these folks once the campfield is open and running.
There's no time for downtime right now, though. I'm back in Portland later this week for several classes, and I have less than three weeks before I'm on the road to Missouri again for my fall visit. In between now and then I have several writing projects due, including the first deliverables for The Everyday Naturalist, plus various other tasks around the home and farm. Things will slow down once we get closer to the holidays, but for now it's all go, all the time!
#camping#forests#Wings Over Willapa#Willapa National Wildlife Refuge#Washington#Oregon#Snow Peak#Snow Peak Way#old growth forest
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The Markets and the Grill (Week 13)
Back in Coogee! After over a week of traveling, it was time to rest. Classes continued as normal and everyone’s desire to fervently enjoy our home, Coogee beach and Sydney, returned. Tuesday was marked by trivia at the Coogee Bay Hotel. Our 3rd place finish granted us a $25 gift card split six ways, so we were practically swimming in our winnings. On Wednesday I went exploring with Lauren and, like usual, we came across more of Sydney’s hidden gems such as Hyde Park and the neighboring Cathedral. St Mary’s Cathedral might as well be located in the winding streets of Spain with how much it resembles the cathedrals scattered throughout Europe. Just take a look for yourself!
On Saturday, a few of us market-lovers headed off to the Glebe Markets where incredible artisans and undiscovered chefs celebrate their passions by selling their work at stalls. I was personally more than happy to celebrate with a Turkish Gozleme full of chicken, spinach, and mushrooms. From Glebe, we made our way to the Paddington Markets which displayed more of the same. This time, I celebrated with two of the yummiest falafel pitas! I was particularly interested in a booth containing black-and-white photos of Sydney’s eastern suburbs from the 1900s. Having spent my limited time here, it was mesmerizing to see how much Coogee has changed in the last hundred years. The most notable change being the removal of a massive dock splitting the beach right in half. I was also surprised to see that the beach was just as packed back then as it is now!
Conveniently, nearby there was someone selling copies of their artwork portraying different neighborhoods of Sydney, so I made sure to get one of Coogee to commemorate my time living there. The Glebe and Paddington Markets are just two of several that Sydney showcases on a weekly basis. If you ever find yourself in town, make sure to visit at least one of them!
On Sunday, we woke up and claimed one of the public grills on the grass just above the beach! Scattered around the beaches and parks, Sydney has conveniently located free-to-use public grills which are always full of families or groups of friends picnicking, grilling, and clearly enjoying themselves. It was only a matter of time before we could make it happen. It was food galore. We had corn, burgers, veggie skewers, hotdogs, career salad, toasted buns, chicken skewers, watermelon, a chocolate pastry, and more I’m sure I’m forgetting. Between the grilling, the food, the beautiful weather, the beachside view, and the company, we were really living the dream. Better yet, we followed up with a game of volleyball on the beach, and then a dip and rock scramble in the rock pools. The day simply could not have gone any better, and I have the hostel to thank for that. Living with a group of 18 other students studying abroad, eager to get out there and have fun has truly made my time here. I can’t wait for our remaining adventures together as our final month approaches. Cheers!
David Bayer
Biomedical Engineering
University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia
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Executive Decisions
Two hundred miles west of the Soviet city of Orel, four participants of the apocalypse were making a habit of ignoring each other.
Other crews of nuclear-armed B-52 Stratofortresses had a brotherly camaraderie, a resolute sense of duty, or at the very least a morbid kind of cordiality. It was a natural consequence of holding Armageddon aloft day in, day out. On board this plane, however, the occupants appeared to have ignored most of that nature. Silence seemed to fester in the fuselage’s spartan shadows. Fulton, the pilot, had received the go-ahead to drop their precious cargo a scant fifteen minutes ago, and had not spoken to the others since.
The cargo itself sat behind the wall of the crew compartment, nestled securely in the bomb bay. The four men working in the crew compartment made a point of not looking at the wall. They had a job to do and orders to follow.
After a moment, a voice broke through the tinny crackling of the aircraft’s communications unit and the muffled whine of the Stratofortress's engines.
“Second attempt at hailing Travis is down. Vandenburg and Edwards aren’t responding. Spokane, Detroit and Seattle are FUBAR,” said Hayes, the electronics officer. His broad Californian accent slowed his vowels, a relic of the surfer culture he’d grown up in. Sweat inundated his wispy ginger moustache. He spun in his chair to face Carsen, the aircraft commander.
“Sir, what do we do? I can’t receive further instruct—”
“The orders were clear,” Gilroy, the navigator, drawled superciliously. “The Russkies got the drop on us. Sure. Now we,” he waved an arm in the direction of the bomb bay, “get the drop on them. Simple.”
Carsen raised an eyebrow at the thickset Texan, who simply glared back.
“We have no way of knowing if our target has been changed,” replied Carsen, enunciating his words slowly and carefully. “Therefore, we must proceed under our original objective.”
Gilroy nodded with a barely concealed grin and turned back to his console. Hayes looked slightly punch-drunk.
“But, sir, if we don’t have communications from base, surely we could—”
The young man hesitated over his words, his brown eyes flickering around the cabin.
“—we could, you know, withhold the payload—”
He was immediately cut off by an anguished curse from Gilroy, who had burst out of his seat and was now jabbing his fingers in Hayes’ face.
“You shut your goddamn trap right now, Gingersnap. Shut the fuck up. The commies nuked us. They hit American soil. Those are American corpses, burning in the streets.”
Carsen opened his mouth to intervene, cringing at the brutal imagery, but Gilroy held up a callused, exertion-reddened palm before continuing.
“The whole point of your job, Hayes, is to strike back. If Americans are gonna live under the shadow of a mushroom cloud, I’m gonna make sure every damn Russian on the planet sees the same thing.”
“We don’t have to—”
Gilroy sprang into action, grabbing Hayes by the shoulders and leaning in until their foreheads were almost touching. The Texan’s chest heaved. A red pallor, like the colour of raw beef, spread across his face. His eyes were bloodshot at the corners, and the whites were a putrid-looking pale yellow.
“You fucking traitor! You college-boy asshole! I was on the beaches in Cuba while you were still buttoning your—”
“Sergeant Gilroy, that is enough!” Carsen bellowed, grabbing him by the shoulder and wrenching him backward. “You are a member of the United States Air Force, and it would do you well to act like it. Now sit. Back. Down.”
He levelled a withering glance at Hayes.
“We did not come all this way to suddenly develop a conscience, Corporal Hayes. Our duty is to America, and our orders are clear.”
Sufficiently cowed, Hayes nodded hastily and turned back to his station.
There were a few more minutes of deafening silence. By now, the city of Orel was visible from the windows, peeking through scarce wisps of cloud under the late-afternoon sun.
“It looks like Oakland from up here,” said Hayes to nobody in particular, and Carsen felt a pang of guilt, as well as a deeper twist of shame. He looked through the window. Hayes was right; from the air it looked like any American city. High-rises, schools, a river winding its way through the urban sprawl like a deep blue string. A church of elegant redbrick stood on the embankment; a stone cross stood dozens of feet high in its courtyard, almost equalling the church’s own roof.
“Spare the bomb.”
The words felt foreign on his lips. Hayes turned towards him in shock.
“I’m sorry, sir?”
“I said, spare the bomb. There will be more anguish in the world today, but I want no part of it. My duty is to America, but my pledge is to God, and I will not send Russians to heaven knowing I will be weighted down to hell.”
He looked around the compartment. Hayes was staring at him, awed. Gilroy was studiously inspecting his console, not daring to look either of the other men in the eye. Carsen felt liberated, in a way. It was an odd sensation to have during of the end of the world, refusing your duty for your conscience, but despite that—
“Drop zone reached. Releasing payload,” came the sibilant hiss of Fulton’s voice over the intercom. For a moment, nobody moved, spoke or thought. It was as if the bomb had gone off next to them and they were frozen, the first frame of a grisly slide.
The bay doors whooshed open behind them, filling the cramped space with the rushing sound of buffeted wind. Squinting through the window as the B-52 banked away from Orel, Carsen thought he could see a tiny silver glint in the air, descending to Earth.
#writeblr#writing community#my writing#short story#nuclear war#moral dilemma#military fiction#apocalyptic fiction#world war 3#ww3#cold war
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World areas and what they are.
Arcastein: Steampunk area where it is the blimp capital
Aurorium: Nightclub area where it is alive at night
Laugarvatn: Magical Forest area with abandoned infrastructure
Harvestleaf: Countryside autumn area with a bit of woods
Thera: Underground area with glowing mushrooms
Crystal Bay: Beach area with lots of crystals
Aicexutis Kingdom: Diverse area with lots of biomes, Desert, Beach, Forest, snowy mountain, jungle, where the capital is in the center of the area.
Sunken Reef Lagoon: Beach area where the woods have only beach flora
Xuissedora Empire: Hot air balloon festival area where the wealth gap is huge
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Cee told me that they believe that people go to Burning Man because they experience “something transformative” — the same thing that “deep meditators” and “people on mushrooms” experience. They call it “pure consciousness experience.”
“You can have that anywhere,” they told me. People think they have to purchase a $700 ticket and travel hundreds of miles, they said, “but that's an illusion.”
It’s hard not to wonder if “Burning a Man,” in its DIY, trademark-dodging glory, channels the original spirit of Burning Man. The event started out as a beach gathering in the 1980s — only a few miles away from the site of “Burning a Man,” at Baker Beach. Like the original Burns, “Burning a Man” is unofficial, unauthorized, and unregulated.
In the future, “these regional burns will take over,” said Marshall Smith, 77, a retired city employee living in Russian Hill. “I think the whole thing in Nevada’s getting unsustainable, so you’ll see more of this going on all over the place.”
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Mushroom Bay Beach, Lembongan island, Bali
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A Geographic History of the People
Independent Republic Cities
A string of lakes and rivers on a relatively isolated northeastern peninsula is the main home of humans. Perhaps early people developed extensive trade because of the connected lakes providing quick transport of goods and people between even small settlements. Now there are 4 cities - Veristade, Seristade, Lavistade, Penstade - who (they tell outsiders) are equal and independent administrations. In reality of course the headland is a hotbed of rivalries and intrigue as each tries to one up the other. Very small remaining forests exist in a delicate state of the these fierce competitors trying to use them for themselves without completely destroying them.
Flat Sands
A mostly desolate area just south west of the peninsula, constantly eroded by endless hot winds. The aptly named hamlet of Oasis provides a breather for those travelling across, along with outposts near the twin coasts.
Bay of Chooms
A warm bay of fish so plentiful that boats move through them like sludge. It cuts into the continent’s eastern shore.
Freeholds
Many hamlets and farms dot these lands. Although looked down upon for their simple lives, the people here are content to live this way, tucked between breathtaking mountains, forest, and sea. This is the largest mass of land within the continent and takes up the full south eastern quarter.
Mountain Hold
A somewhat mysterious dwarven city in the mountain, height of their culture and provider to everyone else of gem and ores. A fascinating trail though the mountain range starts here - (mostly) above ground roads and underground dwellings (largely roadside inns) allow peoples to traverse the otherwise impenetrable landscape. It is just east of the centre of the continent, with the train heading west.
Jeese and Jeese River
At the centre of the continent and end of the dwarven trail is the city of Jeese. Although built in dwarven vernacular this is a cosmopolitan city. Every kind of creature finds a comfortable home, from underground halls, to sunny houses carved into the side of the Jeese Mountain, to riverside mound-houses. The wide river is famous for its yearly salmon runs and many ferry services for getting across.
Foglands and Mushroom Shield
Wet, foggy plains surround these 2 strange settlements. This cartographer unfortunately cannot tell you much of them as I left when I realized that they both happily count goblins among their inhabitants. They hinted at underground settlements although I cannot see how that is possible with the relatively soft ground. This area is reached by going north after leaving the dwarves trail (Players may discover underground caverns held up by giant hardwood-like mushrooms and dangerous dwellings within them)
Thamberland
An entirely forested island home to 2 elf ‘tree forts’ - Silvate and Warstona. Inhabitants grew trees over centuries shaped into pleasant (for the stout-hearted) homes. This large island site northwest of the mainland.
Soft Shoals
“Islands” that sit below the water’s surface instead of above, providing sun warmed hard ground for the gilled and finned people living here. Several house boats offer quarters and markets for others. Kelp and coral products are the main exported resources. This is the most western point of the map.
Goblin Blight
A dangerous “city” of goblins in the marshlands. The deltas, shores, and wetlands provide enough resources for the small mean creatures to thrive despite and unwillingness to cooperate even among their closest kin. The nearby craig bluffs and lone Craig Mountain even provide ore for their rudimentary weapons. The delta is on the westernmost part of the continent and the Blight its self is on the western coast.
Lacarno Beaches
A series of long beaches provide a pleasant stop on the one’s journey. The laid back inhabitants (fish and land dwelling) mostly live in fishing villages. Warm - despite its southerness - due to warm currents from an unknown source. (Players may discover underwater thermal activity).
Mayne Island
Despite being the largest island, Mayne island is crowded by mountains, sea, and forests, leaving little room for the people. Due to the cold southern climate they wear heavy skins as clothing, making their makeup hard to discern. Their buildings are likewise ambiguous in nature.
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New shoes and a new companion (day 14-16)
The hunt for shoes in was successful and after two exhausting hours in the outdoor store we treated ourselves on a real Cornish Pasty. It was probably "award-winning" (this is how every Pasty seller here describes their baked goods), or at least it tasted really good.
I feel like I had to recover from the day in the town more than from all the walking, but there was not much time for that because we wanted to plan the next day(s) and have dinner early. Luckily we did do so, because it was in the hostel kitchen when we met Emma (19) from Germany! Finally someone else who was doing the South West Coast Path camping! We had a lot to talk about like where we were when it stormed/ snowed, our favorite camping spots so far (Emma had camped beneath four massive oak trees), and how we were all annoyed by the slippery mud all the time. We were one day behind Emma as we still had to complete the etappe from Padstow to Porthcothan, so we wanted to say goodbye with a bag of ginger nuts, when Emma suggested she would wait one day in the hostel and walk with us!
The walk from Padstow was quite nice and because of the low tide we could walk a long stretch on the beach where we saw a huge jellyfish. I dropped Rosa at the hostel in Treyarnon Bay again and after a cup of tea continued walking with Emma (if this construction sounds a bit confusing to you, I understand). Emma and I wanted to get outside and camping again, and Rosa enjoyed her evening off and alone. This time, however, it was only a few km until we saw Rosa again. We camped just behind Porthcothan and met her the next morning in Mawgan Poth. On the way there we passed the Bedruan steps, a formation of rocks sticking out of the water near the cliffs, that is apparently famous and looked quite beautiful in the rough sea. We also saw a first seal of that day (later a second one). When we continued walking with the three of us we passed lots of nice beaches and the whether was good.
We reached Newquay, the bigger town in the area where we had been two days before to buy shoes, and although we wanted to leave it quickly, we had to cross some things off our to do list first: buy food and a new gas canister, check if Rosas package with new and complete hiking trousers had arrived, and send a package ourselves with some of the unused things in our backpacks that we wanted to get rid off in order so save weight.
When we got to the edge of the town, it turned out we had to make a detour because the ferry over the estuary wasn't going. We reached the walking bridge that was only accessible at low tide just in time, and crossed it, before a gurgling sounds announced the arrival of the high tide water coming in from the sea. Two last dog walkers (locals, who both warned us that we should leave the estuary soon) were crossing the bridge and a group of canuers was getting ready to get their boats on the water. We were so happy we made it in time!
For the evening we had campsite booked, which was not on Google maps but which Rosa found via Wikicamps. It was a great find! We cooked pasta with pesto, lentils and mushrooms on the picnic table (a real luxury), while we were curiously eyed by a pheasant (we see these really a lot here, apparently they were once released for hunting, they are really funny animals). For tomorrow there is an easy stretch planned (Crantock to Perranporth), so maybe we can get a bit further than that.
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@geniusdonkey
"You could say that... but it's not really something I decided... I was just born like that..." Tadano said. "I... see... haha..." Tadano said amused by how DK acted. The donkey looked around and smiled. This place was indeed pretty and enjoyable, full of nature unlike the city and over all, the air was clean and fresh. No doubt Tadano liked to come back often. It was so different from his world in certain aspects.
"Hahaha yeah, I know, many have told me that!" Tadano said, finding it funny the way DK talked about him. Tadano looked at how DK motioned him to sit and he followed. "Nah, I'm fine with everything, don't worry." Tadano replied.
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"You sure ~ ? 'Cause I don't know how to deal with allergies...aside from dunking you head first into the bay and hope for the best." He was partly kidding.
Whenever he ate over with Mario or Peach in their Kingdom, he usually preferred to plop his hind quarters on the ground since tables build for toads and humans were too short to warrant a chair (also the chairs were a bit snug), but in his kingdom, the furniture is fit for the largest of the Kongs. Which may have been a problem for Tadano being...more Mushroom Kingdom sized. Snorting when he saw the top of the other's head straining to see over the lip of the table, DK pressed his elbow onto the sleek surface carved with coconut lumber , head propped, and leaned over to quirk a curious brow at his guest. "You uh...want a booster seat or something?"
Glancing around for any type of such special seating, DK starts to wonder if he's going to have to grab a rock off the beach for the donkey to perch on...not that it would be comfortable. "And well, my lap's open too." He added smugly, sending the poor guy a wink. Was way too fun to troll his guests.
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Hervey Bay, 5 avril au 7 avril 2023
Après 900 km de route depuis Airlie Beach, nous arrivons en peu exténués à Hervey Bay. Beach... Bay ... un point commun : la mer de Corail comme fil directeur de nos déplacements. Nous avons loué une cabine (traduire : mobil-home) dans un camping pour les 2 prochaines nuits.
Le lendemain, la journée commence avec le soleil. Nous avons rendez-vous au port de plaisance pour embarquer sur un bateau de la société Tasman Venture qui nous emmène découvrir Fraser Island. Un beau programme nous attend : 3 spots (Wathumba Creek , Awinya Creek and Bowarrady Creek ) et des activités nautiques telles que le kayaking, du snorkelling, du tubing, mais aussi de l'ascension de dune et partout la magie de l'instant. Lore nage avec une tortue. Dans l'eau des poissons, des raies qui jouent à se dissimuler dans le sable.
Nous faisons la rencontre d'un couple de jeunes français, originaires du Mans pour l'un et de Bordeaux pour l'autre. Ils sont en Australie depuis 1 mois et pour 5 mois avant un projet d'installation au Canada à Vancouver. Ils ont acheté un 4×4 équipé pour voyager avec tente déployable. Ils ont obtenu un PVT de 2 ans pour le Canada.
Nous avons aussi rencontré Serge, patron du restaurant le Palavas-les-flots à Hervey bay. Il est en Australie depuis 38 ans. Il a quitté Orange où il avait un hôtel restaurant. A épousé une australienne. Ses enfants vivent à Melbourne. C'est lui qui est aux fourneaux pour nous cuisiner des pasta à la sauce MAC (Mushroom Avocado Chicken). Absolument délicieuses.
Un autre français qui a réussi partout dans le monde et s'affiche ici ostensiblement sur le mobilier urbain, sur les murs, sur tout support visible, c'est JC Decaux.
Suite des messages glanés le long de la route :
- Take a rest and refresh
- Arrive alive
- Keep playing trivia, it may save your live
Grâce a quoi, nous apprenons que le pétrichor est le doux nom de l'odeur de la pluie sur le sol, mot tout droit sorti de la tête de deux scientifiques australiens.
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