#shipwreck relic

[sofiasshabbyprairie]

SofiasCobwebMuseum

#shipwreck relic #antique pewter #pirate pewter artifact

[blueiskewl]

500-Year-Old Shipwrecks With Porcelain and Wood Discovered in South China Sea

Hundreds of years ago, the Ming dynasty relied on maritime trade to import key goods from foreign countries.

Now, the discovery of two Ming-era shipwrecks in the South China Sea is giving experts a better idea at what that trade looked like.

The shipwrecks were discovered about 1 mile below sea level on the northwest slope of the South China Sea, according to a May 22 news release from the State Administration of Cultural Heritage via the Institute of Archaeology at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences.

Here’s what archaeologists have found in the shipwrecks so far.

A TROVE OF PORCELAIN

Experts determined that the first shipwreck dates to the Zhengde period of the Ming dynasty — which lasted from 1506 until 1521.

The wreck was overflowing with porcelain goods, including bowls, cups, plates and jars in various glaze colors, officials said.

More than 100,000 relics, mostly made of porcelain, have been uncovered so far, and experts said they are spread across hundreds of thousands of square feet.

Photos from the discovery show stacks of porcelain pottery. Although most of the pieces are covered with sand and dirt, ornate, colorful patterns are still visible beneath the grime.

STACKS OF LOGS AND POTTERY

The second, older shipwreck dated to the Hongzhi period of the Ming dynasty — which lasted from 1488 until 1505.

At this site, experts found stacks of logs and some pottery, according to officials. The persimmon logs were all a similar size and were neatly stacked.

Further research revealed that the logs could have been intended for shipbuilding, experts said. Chinese literature indicates that most products used to build ships were imported from foreign countries, according to the release.

A UNIQUE DISCOVERY

Archaeologists said their discovery marks the first time ancient ships sailing and returning have been found in the same area, indicating that they were likely on an important trade route.

Experts will continue researching and monitoring the wrecks, and they hope to learn more about ancient maritime trade routes and cultural exchanges, they said.

By Moira Ritter.

#500-Year-Old Shipwrecks With Porcelain and Wood Discovered in South China Sea #ming dynasty #Ming-era shipwrecks #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient china #chinese history #chinese art

[twst-megane]

Rubinus Hawthorn

ルビニャス•ホーソーン

“The NRC’s fortune teller. An aloof airhead who can predict one’s fortune and future through his crystal bubble.”

General Bio :

Age : 17 (2nd Year)

Birthday : February 3rd (Aquarius)

Height : 180cm

From : Coral Sea

Dominant Hand : Right

Family : Unnamed Mother and Father

Other Names : Ryukin-kun (by Floyd), Monsieur Poisson (by Rook), Ruu-kun (by Alisa @twst-rose-prisms)

Voiced by : Nakamura Shugo

Likes : Playing with treasure, Decorations, Summer

Dislikes : People who yell too much

Favorite Food : Sorbet Popsicles

Least Favorite Food : Steamed Fish

Specialty : Fortune Telling

Hobbies : Ribbon Crafting

School :

Dorm : Octavinelle

Class : 2-C

Club : Board Game Club

Best Subject : Astrology

Unique Magic :

Treasures Untold

Is able to predict the target’s behavior and spells including the future, using the knowledge to his advantage via his crystal bubble.

Too much use of his crystal bubble for predictions could lead to overwhelming energy received, bringing him extreme mental exhaustion

Background :

Rubi grew up in a small town with his family being reputable fortune tellers. His parents were endearing but his mother would be overprotective of him due to his naivety. Rubi would soon come to adopt their teachings, interested more in fate than the knowledge they could ever give. He had a problem with verbal communication, unsure of how to approach a conversation or begin one, so he was always left out in group activities and clubs but he found a better interest to turn his eyes towards.

He would always visit an old shipwreck a bit further from his town, surprised to see the wonderful relics and treasures that were buried deep under the floorboards and seaweed. Soon this would become a habit of his to constantly visit his treasure trove, ignoring any sort of danger whatsoever. He found a crystal orb that he would call a bubble instead. Using it as a tool for his growing fortune telling skills. What reflected in the orb was his dream, his future, to visit somewhere that isn’t the coral sea, seeing Night Raven College in the reflections. A big smile erupted on his face, hoping those dreams of his come true. He brings the bubble home intending to keep it and bring it along for his future journey.

Not long after he was hunted down by a shark that was lurking around the area, his tail fin was damaged in the process of swimming away from it but luckily nothing else was injured. Yet, his parents were distraught, afraid to lose their only child to predators that would hunt them down. Rubi tried to protest, wanting to see more than what he’s been living, but his mother wouldn’t allow it. Rubi wasn’t allowed to leave the town for a few years until he was accepted into NRC which his parents reluctantly let him go and wished him the best in his new journey.

Trivia :

• The name ‘Rubinus’ is latin for the word ‘ruby’ a bright red gemstone while hawthorn refers to the hawthorn fruit

• Rubi is based off a Ryukin goldfish

• He has a singular mole on his neck and two notable moles on his back

• Despite his human height, he considers himself to be shorter in his merform compared to other merfolk due to his family’s genetics of having a short stubby tail

• He had a damaged tail fin from getting an encounter with a shark when he was younger

• He has a secret area he would often go to for human treasures that fell into the sea

• Uses his crystal bubble to foresee upcoming predictions, though even he believes not everything seems set in stone

• Is interested in the wonders of astrology and fate

• Has a hobby of making ribbons and bows from his father and wears as much as he can on land

• His ribbon earring was a gift from his parents and a reminder of who he is

• Had a childhood crush on Azul but was too afraid to speak up to him

(( Hello!! Thank you for reading this! Recently started playing twst and I just really love the ocs made and decided to make one too! Hope Rubi can make some more friends here 🫶 ))

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twst oc #oc #oc ref sheet #oc x canon #twst yume

[blaiddfailcam]

Observations on stone astrolabes

I briefly mentioned in my ramblings about the two moons of the Lands Between that the stone astrolabes—the half-bowl dials where we typically collect starlight shards—tend to point subtly toward or away from narratively relevant characters, items, or locations. I figured I would check as many as I could, whether these syzygies were deliberate or not.

In Elden Ring's cosmology, astrology is a school of learning that is regarded as archaic and as anathema to the Golden Order. Pioneered by ancient inhabitants of the northern mountains, the Astrologers divined fate from the stars, until its fettering by Radagon upon his marriage to Rennala, Queen of Caria.

Even so, the stone astrolabes dotting the landscape may be thought of as relics of the long lost Astrologers. Realistically, an astrolabe would be used to map the celestial bodies, but in Elden Ring, they appear to relate to the map itself (usually).

I've started to log said alignments (deliberate or not) by physically heading over to each astrolabe, facing either toward or away from them, then placing a beacon on any points along my path that seem connected by the narrative. In many cases, the beacons as they appear on the compass at the top of the screen will merge into one, indicating that they fall on a straight path. (This can be tricky to do as there's no way to reliably trace a line on the map using a controller, so sometimes my beacons may be off by a slight margin.)

Examples of alignments found thus far

Greyoll's Dragonbarrow – Outside Bestial Sanctum. Points toward Maliketh, the Black Blade. Points away from Summonwater Village (where a Deathroot is collected by defeating a Tibia Mariner).

Mount Gelmir – Near the Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast. Points to Black Knife Catacombs; Ranni's discarded flesh atop Divine Tower of Liurnia.

Moonlight Altar – Cathedral of Manus Celes north transept. Points toward Rennala (or perhaps the Dark Moon Ring?); Royal Moongazing Grounds; the north moon. Points away from Ranni's Two Fingers.

Liurnia of the Lakes – Cliffs east of Gate Town Bridge. Points toward Lakeside Crystal Cave (which leads to Latenna). Points away from Ordina, Liturgical Town.

Flame Peak – Northern cliffs. Points toward First Church of Marika. Points away from Stormveil Castle's throne room. (This one requires a bit of explanation: First Church of Marika is where Melina shares Marika's spoken echoes in which she commands Godfrey to brandish the Elden Ring and put the giants to the sword. Stormveil Castle is of course Godfrey's former base, inherited by his lineage.)

Redmane Castle – Beyond Redmane Castle Plaza. Points toward a shipwreck off the coast of Wailing Dunes. Points away from Morne Tunnel (where the Rusted Anchor is found.) I just find this one funny.

Greyoll's Dragonbarrow – Near Church of Plague. Points away from Valkyrie's Prosthesis.

My reaction to this information

Perhaps I'm just reading into this too deeply and seeing what I want to see, but something tells me the developers were exceedingly keen to the consistency of worldbuilding and how the player may interact with it.

However... these aren't the only types of map alignments. Some are even more subtle, but I don't think I ever would have noticed them hadn't I picked up on why the astrolabes were placed in such peculiar locations. But I'll get to those later.

Feel free to hit me up with any other astrolabe alignments you might find! At some point, I'd like to compile them into a map, if I can.

#elden ring #from software #my ramblings #my screenshots

[101flavoursofweird]

Not to link everything in the PL universe back to the Azran… but does anyone wonder if Layton and Luke (especially) were so determined to investigate the Relic Stones because they thought there was a chance they could bring Aurora back?

Like, Luke knows the timeline doesn’t make sense because Baby Kat is born 2/3 years after AL and Luke walks past a mother and a baby who look like Aurora in the AL credits but after the shipwreck, in his exhausted starving mind, do you think Luke hoped the baby might be Reborn Aurora? Kat’s mother was literally called Kamila Azran—

The purple Relic Stones also look like the jewel of Aurora’s pendant…

I don’t think Luke gets enough flak for how he decided to investigate the Relic Stones on his own, shut Marina out, got himself captured by Don Paolo and then he inspired Layton (who was dedicated to raising Kat at that point) to go out hunting for the Relic Stones with him…

But if Luke was so determined to find the Relic Stones because he thought he could save his lost friend… I could see why he would take the risk.

Either that, or Luke wanted to help avoid another disastrous family reunion if Kat’s birth father happened to be alive and he could come back to fight Layton and kidnap Kat. (Luke still hasn’t recovered to the Bronev Family Soap Opera.)

#aurora azran #luke triton #hershel layton #Kamila Azan #professor layton #character analysis #Me trying to apply logic to the nonsensical anime plotline again #If we’re going to criticise Layton for being an absent parent then Luke doesn’t get let off the hook either #He had a WIFE who moved to ENGLAND with him just so he could go on his little treasure hunt and shut her out #Marina DESERVED that shopping trip at the end of the anime #Luke better buy her cake and clothes and an aquarium or whatever she wants in the world

[sweet-s0rr0w]

My first Five Faves of the year. It's been A While, I know. I have drafts for others in the pipeline, and then @oknowkiss went and posted two bangers within a couple of weeks and it all went out the window because I just had to go all oknowrec, ya know? Look, whenever I read anything that I ADORE, the first people to hear about it are always my buddies @tackytigerfic and @sitp-recs - and you know I mean it when it's full on caps lock raving DMs - see also @wolfpants' The Hollow and @moonflower-rose's Pissing For England (reclists for both authors hopefully coming soon!) I swear I must have spent a full week going on about the first Elaine fic I read, any day now. I mean, truly, I went through all the emotions with that one: elation at finding such an amazing author, grief at my own inadequacy, anger that it was over - it was a rollercoaster, believe me.

Elaine's turn of phrase is always spot on, her inventiveness in world-building is second to none, and her fics somehow seem to retain this fabulous lightness of tone that keeps things just on the right side of heartbreakingly raw. She's undeniably hugely talented, and now has a fabulous AO3 back-catalogue for you to sink your teeth into, so please waste no more time in checking out her fics!

Read oknowkiss' work here on AO3!

💋 Historians (E, 30k, fake relationship, Gryffindors (and some hangers on), bad skiing, bunk beds, hot tubs, getting together)

Summary: It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

💋 in between two tall mountains (there's a place they call lonesome) (E, 8.3k, Relic Chaser Harry, researcher Draco, campervans, treasure hunting in Oregon, inappropriately timed wanks)

Summary: In the shadow of a mountain on the Oregon coast, there may or may not lie a shipwreck, on which there may or may not be a magical relic, lost hundreds of years ago. Harry's been tasked with finding it, and Draco is there to take notes, and they're stuck in a campervan pretending to be married, and it's all going to be just fine. That's what Draco's gotten rather good at telling himself, anyway.

💋 any day now (E, 17k, prisoner Draco, Auror trainee Harry, secret codes, a feelings puppet, morally grey everything and everyone)

Summary: Draco supposes he should be grateful. 

The rehabilitation centres were the Minister’s idea, or that’s what the Prophet said anyway. Their stated objective is simple: to provide a safe space for low-tier Death Eaters and high-tier sympathisers to reconsider the entirety of their life choices. All guests–because no one is a prisoner here, the literature brags–are to be provided with shelter, food, clothing, and the guided support of a Mind Healer via a programme they call “ideological restructuring,” which is, of course, mandatory. 

OR: Draco Malfoy considers the circle.

💋 draco malfoy's substitute murder service (E, 11k, curse breaker Harry, various incredible mythological monsters, Christmas)

Summary: When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

OR: the one where Draco goes goblin mode, and Harry has a thing for monsters.

💋The July Tree (E, 52k, Eighth Year, Greenhouse Four, Draco Malfoy does Muggle Scotland, The Who, First Times)

Summary: Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

OR: It’s Eighth Year, and Harry Potter has detention. What else is new? Well, since you asked: Greenhouse Four and the Tree of Life, for a start, and then there’s the new shared Eighth Year common room, and Harry’s sexuality, and these pesky dreams he keeps having about a blond man pushing him into things…

Previous Five Favourite Fic Posts: thestarryknight | vukovich | fwooshy | lq_traintracks (and 10 more) | tackytiger (and microfics) | m0stlyvoid | peachpety | magpie_fngrl | shiftylinguini | onbeinganangel | veelawings | shealwaysreads | loveglowsinthedark | birdsofshore | maesterchill | frayach | graymatters | bixgirl1 (part one/part two | skeptique)

#drarry #five favourite fics #oknowkiss

[raudart]

Bow you got me curious, what's this shipwrecked au?

It originally started as a continuity soup au of both G1 and idw1 between myself and @gaybeardedmen that kinda evolved into its own continuity and took on a life of its own. we initially proposed the idea of "what if cybertronians crash landed on an earth that has no natural energon or ways to obtain it? would the autobots and decepticons be willing to collaborate in order to get home?" and the result was the amazing introduction/prologue written by Indi which can be read here!

the war has reached a point where the autobots and decepticons have been locked in an arms race for the last several decades, constantly one-upping each other in an attempt to come out on top. in a radical attempt to get ahead, the decepticons propose a trip to the colony worlds in pursuit of the primal relics they hold, and the first on their list is the enigma of combination rumored to be hidden away on caminus...

with us both being heavily invested in worldbuilding and character creation it was only natural for the initial story to expand into its own thing and for each of the main cybertronian cast to get redesigns and new character bios to match(many of which are still wips i've been chipping away at when i have the time and focus for it) and of course we had to include our ocs lovelock and waypoint. soundwave in particular is my favorite across all of transformers so i used him as sort of a guinea pig for developing a style for the rest of the cast to be designed in, and i can definitely say i'm very happy with the result :]

expect more in the future!!! we're both so excited to share this story with everyone!!!

#raud answers #waruihoshi #raud says things #tf shipwrecked au #shipwrecked lore #transformers fan continuity

[wealmostaneckbeard]

Merfolk Survival Simulator

You scavenge for resources (rocks, wood, bones) along the shoreline and sea floor. You then use those resources to maintain the kelp, oyster, and crab farms which feed you and your tribe. Your tribal land is on an undersea hill at the base of an island, just off the coast of a mainland. Your tribe will help you as you smash urchins feeding on the kelp, recover escaped crustaceans, and arrange oysters for maximized breeding potential. Your tribe also trades with other merfolk who are nomadic and use cetaceans to haul cargo up and down the mainland coast.

If you go out into the ocean, you'll find bigger fish to catch and mysterious ruins where you can learn spells, but it will be more dangerous. There are mundane threats such as sharks and giant Octopuses as well as supernatural enemies like undead drowned sailors and The Deep Ones. Also if you swim to the surface too quickly you'll take damage from the sudden pressure change.

You can also stick to the coast and trade in rare resources you find (pearls, big fish, deep ruins relics) to surface dwellers for useful equipment like spear guns and utility harnesses. The surface dwellers will offer you training for various undersea industrial jobs you can get paid for.

The surface dwellers recently had a big naval battle with each other over the local trade port so there's a lot of shipwrecks to salvage and machines that need fixing. It should also be noted that the people living on land are not all human as some of them are steampunk automatons and furries.

After earning enough money, you'll get approached by other merfolk laborers who have unionized. If you join them, you'll get support doing riskier operations in the deeps but you'll have to attend protests in the trade port harbor and fight off scab divers from the wrecks you are working.

There are two end game scenarios:

The first is that you gather the components for a magical ritual that will annihilate the surface trade port with a tsunami. This results in massive amounts of loot (and corpses) being washed out to sea for you to collect. But combat marines from the surface will attack your tribe everyday in greater numbers and with better weapons until you are dead.

The second scenario is that you join a scientific expedition lead by scientists from the surface to investigate a large, mysterious, floating object far out at sea. The object is revealed to be a partially mechanical organism capable of manipulating gravity and it starts attacking the expedition vessel. You work with the scientists to fight back in a multi-stage final boss battle against the alien organism.

#game idea #lovecraftian #thalassaphobia #mermaid #merfolk #merman #undersea #subnautica #d&d #raft #concept #scifi #fantasy #underwater #deep sea #ocean #survival #horror #marine biology #Deep Ones

[scotianostra]

I am off to Rhodes for a week on Friday, so might not be able to post as often as I usually do. I will be taking my laptop so there will be some anniversary posts, maybe not as many as usual.Got a busy day tomorrow in preparation, and a friends birthday, so may not have so many posts as well.

There is one tribute post that I have done a little work on so far, other than that who knows. Friday I will see how things go at the Airport as we await the flight.

Greece and Scotland have some connections, some tenuous, some contentious, but all relevant.

Ancient Greece has been a source of great fascination for centuries. Scotland’s connection to the ancient civilisation is visible in Scotland’s ancient name, “Caledonia”, which may have come from Caledon, an ancient city-state in Ancient Greece which experienced migrations to the place that we now call Scotland.

History supports Caledon as the name given to Scotland by the Romans, which could have something to do with the Greek settlers living in the country at the time.

The National museum of Scotland holds around 3,000 permanent artefacts which relate to ancient Greece, These artefacts might not be as famous as the main ones in the British museum, The Elgin Marbles which were "acquired" by oor ain Lord Elgin in Athens, Greece between 1801 and 1805. Elgin sold them to the museum in 1815. Greece has disputed the British Museum’s ownership of the sculptures, maintaining that Lord Elgin removed them illegally while the country was under Turkish occupation as part of the Ottoman Empire. I'm all for repatriating artefacts stolen, however tenuously you want to say they weren't, and think they should be returned to there rightful place on the Parthenon.

The case for Scotland’s link to ancient Greece may displease some Scots, as it has recently been reported that Scottish tartan may have actually first been weaved by the ancient Greeks, and it has long been known that a haggis-type dish was eaten before Scotland was any more than a rugged isle.

Of course we also share a patron saint, the Apostle, Andrew went to Greece where he was told to stop spreading the teachings of Jesus by the governor Aegeas as he still believed in the Roman gods. When he refused, Andrew was sentenced to death by crucifixion in the city of Patras.

St Andrew has been celebrated in Scotland for over one thousand years, with feasts being held in his honour as far back as the year 1000 AD. However, it wasn't until 1320, when Scotland's independence was declared with the signing of The Declaration of Arbroath, that he officially became Scotland's patron saint.

There are two stories about how his remains came to their final resting place in St Andrews in Scotland.

One fairly probable explanation is that the bones were brought to St Andrews in 732 AD by Acca, Bishop of Hexham who was a venerator of Saint Andrew.

The other story suggest that the Greek monk who kept St Andrew’s relics in Patras was told in a vision to set aside some of St Andrew’s relics in hide until further instruction.

In the following days the emperor removed the remaining parts of St Andrew’s body to Constantinople (now an area in Turkey).

Then the angel came again in a vision to the Greek monk Rule and told him to take the bones west on a ship and wherever they were shipwrecked he should lay the foundations of a church.

The ship was driven ashore on the headland of Muckross in Fife into the village of Kilrymont, which would later become St Andrew’s.

At the same time as Rule arrived in Scotland, legend has it that St Andrew appeared to the Pictish King, Angus when he was preparing for battle promising victory.

When the King’s army was victorious he dedicated St Regulus Church to St Andrew and to God.

In the dream when St Andrew appeared to the King, he saw St Andrew’s Saltire cross in the blue sky,  Angus vowed that if, with the saint’s help, he gained the victory, then Andrew would thereafter be the patron saint of Scotland. The Scots did win, and the Saltire became the flag of Scotland.

The second flag in the gif is that of Rhodes.

#scotland #scottish #greece #rhodes #flage #holidays #legends

[julymarte]

leggooooo i have a  basic plotline in mind for this pirate/treasure hunt AU revolving around the relics from the second part of the plot, i think i came  up with a nice plot for Ameera but i'm still unsure on the design so i didn't add her yet SO BASICALLY i’m trying to keep loosely faithful to the main story , shari’s still a princess who’s  got enough of  court life , this time she  found  out  there’s three mysterious legendary treasures that no one’s ever been able to find, she’s not after them for power or riches  but wants to experience the thrill to be the first one to find them, too bad she’s not the only one looking for them (see the bad pirates as the  cult guys) and her father refused to let her sail a royal marine ship cause it could get political if  shit happens so she  remembers about this commoner boy who  used to sneak in the palace and claimed that his father was a pirate so she  goes looking for him(aka nakir)accompanied by her attendant(ajmal, fun fact he suffers from sea sickness in canon) and  finding out  he has a ship of his  own she offers him and  his  crew(including taru) a contract as corsaire/privateer to help her out, they also sneak uri on board since he’s very  knowlegeable of old myths  and legends(instead of being a chicken god) they’ll find  pravaal and ameera on the  way... pravaal is   well yeah  he’s just a merman (i was thinking merfolk here could switch freely between land and sea buut  if they spent  too much time on land  they wouldn’t be able to revert or something like that idk, it’s an au, whatever) ameera is either also a princess or a nblewoman who shipwrecked on a seemingly deserted island and is looking for her husband and son who she lost in the  shipwreck (it will turn out that the island  she found herself on  was the place where the ice relic was hidden and the island was calling for her) .... still unsure if uri will die  here cause of the relic too.... maybe  he  will, maybe he  will get cursed who knows who knows

#kos #kingdom of sun #au #pirate au #pirate #mermaid #merman #mermay #oc #original character #art #sketch #worldbuilding

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hello Librarian! I’m looking for some autumn vibes! Nothing spooky, just harvest and crisp leaves and the like! Please and thank you in advance!

Happy Fall! It's my very favorite season. I love the crisp, cool air, the brightly colored changing leaves, the cool mornings and evenings with warm days. Fall is back to school time, bake a pie time, cozy up with a blanket time. I hope you get to do all your favorite fall activities this year!

A Parade In Your Honour by @ladderofyears (100 words, rated G)

It is autumn and the leaves of wizarding London have changed colour.

He's a Catch by @motherbookerao3 (404 words, rated G)

It's Halloween, and Teddy has the best costume. Harry doesn't quite agree.

The Farmer and the Witch by @better-be-daydreams (436 words, rated G)

Harry and Draco dress up and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, because why shouldn't they?

The Different Methods of Pumpkin Carving by QueenofRohirrim (859 words, rated T)

Harry just wants to carve a pumpkin by himself without using magic.

Home is a Feeling by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (1,247 words, rated G)

Growing up, home was a place. Now, Draco knows that home is a feeling.

In a Jam by @peachpety (2,624 words, rated T)

When the boys go blackberrying at Michaelmas, Draco discovers that magic and berries don’t mix, and all Harry wants is to snog him. If only Ron would let him.

Come as You Are by @peachpety (3,835 words, rated E)

If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

in between two tall mountains (there's a place they call lonesome) by @oknowkiss (8,291 words, rated E)

In the shadow of a mountain on the Oregon coast, there may or may not lie a shipwreck, on which there may or may not be a magical relic, lost hundreds of years ago. Harry's been tasked with finding it, and Draco is there to take notes, and they're stuck in a campervan pretending to be married, and it's all going to be just fine. That's what Draco's gotten rather good at telling himself, anyway.

The Cabin Trip by @gallifrey1sburning (23,832 words, rated E)

When Harry decides to swap his house in London for a cabin in the Catskill Mountains for a week, he’s excited for the chance to take a vacation with a group of his closest friends. He’s positive that his long-standing crush on Draco won’t be a problem; he’s been handling it just fine for years, after all. Unfortunately, he wasn’t counting on those tiny swim trunks. Or the way Draco licks melted chocolate off his fingers. Or having to rescue him from a rogue shower. And he definitely wasn’t counting on Draco deciding to sleep in Harry’s bed. But it’s going to be fine. Right?

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

#drarry fic recs #drarry fic rec list #fall vibes #fall #autumn #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #the drarry librarian #thedrarrylibrarian #harry/draco #harry x draco #draco/harry #lots of love and happy reading!

[esuemmanuel]

Poco entenderás de mi herida si jamás has sido tocada por la locura que trae consigo la imaginación, por esas horas entregadas a los sueños impregnados de palabras, de todas esas emociones enmarcadas en versos y poesía siendo recitadas por el alma viva de un transparente ruiseñor... Poco sabrás de lo que es cargar con el amor al silencio que pinta ante los ojos rasgados de lluvia un precioso paisaje lleno de verdor y cielos azules que besan, profundamente, al sol... Poco sentirás en el corazón el picor de la dicha que surge de mirarse con las manos llenas de tinta, la misma que brota del corazón enamorado de la ensoñación; flores, pétalos cristalinos, amores fugaces jamás comprendidos, letras y más letras naufragas del amor; curiosidades que transgreden a la realidad, que doblegan a la razón con la pericia de un mago y enamoran al caído con la reliquia del sinsabor, de ese mismo que ha sido construido por otros muchos amantes de lo que no tiene nombre ni color.

— Esu Emmanuel©, Little will you understand my wound if you have never been touched by the madness that imagination brings with it, by those hours spent in dreams impregnated with words, of all those emotions framed in verses and poetry being recited by the living soul of a transparent nightingale… Little will you know what it is to carry the love of silence that paints before the rain torn eyes a beautiful landscape full of greenery and blue skies that kiss, deeply, the sun … Little will you feel in your heart the itch of the happiness that comes from looking at yourself with your hands full of ink, the same that springs from the heart in love with reverie; flowers, crystalline petals, fleeting loves never understood, letters and more shipwrecked letters of love; curiosities that transgress reality, that bend reason with the skill of a magician and make the fallen fall in love with the relic of tastelessness, the same that has been built by many other lovers of what has no name or color.

#el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #poetas en tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #escritores en tumblr #poeticstories

[distant-velleity]

A Beautiful Voice

Summary: It's not bad to want things for yourself, right? Well, for Chrysos, it is. Word count: 936 Warnings: intrusive thoughts, attempt at murder A/N: interrupting your daily dose of ship fics with angst~ enjoy my un-proofread writing Tagging: @thehollowwriter (i hope u like angst lol)

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Rielle has a hideout in the reefs a good distance away from the palace, its little alcoves and shelves half-filled. A thirteen-year-old Chrysos can easily spot the various trinkets and gadgets almost overflowing from the bottommost shelves, the treasures from all the times the prince would swim off to explore shipwrecks.

It’s not like this is the first time he’s been here. He remembers sneaking after the prince and his closest servant when Rielle first discovered it, and he’s watched over the years as the collection within grew to a ridiculous size. Even now he wonders how the entire palace doesn’t know yet, or how Rielle keeps adding to the collection despite getting closer and closer to high school. 

Not that it matters. It’s probably going to keep growing, especially when Rielle inevitably goes to one of the big magic schools on land. 

Chrysos frowns, hiding in the darkness of the entrance while he watches the prince dart around the cave. As always, Rielle has a strange fascination with rearranging his trinkets or just swimming around while holding them.

He’s so carefree. I guess that’s what it means to be a prince.

He watches Rielle for a moment more—

And then the idle singing starts.

Of course, Prince Rielle is notorious for many things, at least among the palace staff—a rebellious, wayward boy who’s always sneaking off on his own, leaving others to clean up his mess; and, of course, his beautiful singing voice. Some would even go as far as to call it enchanting, what with his almost supernatural talent for it.

Nothing in the world makes Chrysos more jealous than hearing it. Especially when it’s just a random melody, hummed by the prince as he lovingly sets his bits and bobs of shipwreck relics back in their places. 

Chrysos has spent years trying to imitate it, training himself in secret. Still, after copying so many other voices, that singing is still the one thing he can never take. It’s like the universe is laughing at him: you can never be his equal.

He silently purses his lips, glaring from the shadows.

Rielle finally seems to have had enough of keeping his hands busy and lays down on a piece of rock that juts out from the wall about halfway up, his tail dangling languidly over the edge. His retainer watches for a moment, then a few minutes—the prince doesn’t move. 

…Did he fall asleep?

Chrysos swims over, gently placing his webbed hands on the edge of Rielle’s perch. Sure enough, he’s fast asleep.

He doesn’t have a care in the world. He can just sleep in a totally open and dangerous place like this without realizing anyone could sneak in.

His eyes flit from the prince’s peaceful expression to his throat, bare and exposed to the open water.

Human-looking merfolk like the royal family don’t have usable gills. The only way for them to breathe is by taking water and oxygen through their mouths, then through their throats… 

Chrysos’ hands twitch. 

That’s the same throat that sings all the time. That produces his voice. It’s beautiful.

Once more, a selfish thought blooms in his brain. This time, though, it spreads throughout his mind and body in a manner akin to poison—

I want that voice.

Red-gold eyes flare in the depths of the cave. Like a ship about to release a fishing net or hook, a shadow passes over Rielle—Chrysos moving to lean over the prince from the side.

Take it, whispers the deepest, darkest part of his mind; violent and cruel from years of being suppressed. You want it, so take it.

Time seems to slow down around him. His hands move of their own accord, reaching out through the sunlit water.

You already know his voice by heart, right?

Slowly, slowly, fingers tensing into a clawed shape—

It can be all yours. 

—he closes in, hands hovering over the prince’s throat, mouth opening by reflex—

Take it all from him. 

—he wants something of his own so badly—

Take it. Take it. 

—no one would notice, anyway, if he just stole it all and pretended—

Take it take it take it take it tAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT 

—he’ll finally win for once—

TAKE IT TAKE IT tAKe iT TaKE IT taKe iT TakE It

TAKE IT

I WANT IT

I WANT IT

TAKE IT—

Rielle’s eyes flutter open groggily. “Huh…?”

Too late. That darkness in him recedes.

Struck by the horror of what he almost did just now, Chrysos immediately retracts his hands and shuts his mouth, hoping that the prince didn’t see anything in his sleep-addled confusion. 

“Oh, Chrysos.” Rielle smiles. “Sorry, I fell asleep and couldn’t welcome you. Did you see all the stuff I added to my collection?” he asks, eyes eager and passionate.

Chrysos nods wordlessly. He clasps his hands behind his back tightly, afraid of what might happen if he doesn’t.

His prince sits up and immediately turns his back on him, swimming over to a shelf while rambling in an excited, still-melodious voice.  “There’s something that reminded me of Dad, I wanted to show you…”

Whatever he’s saying is tuned out by Chrysos, who only thinks about every little lilt and inflection to that voice. Or the fact that, if Rielle had slept just a little longer, he would have never woken up and possessed that voice ever again.

Chrysos looks over at him, stomach churning with guilt, shame, and a twisted sense of dissatisfaction.

I wonder if you’d still turn your back on me so casually if you knew what I almost did.

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #prince rielle #tw intrusive thoughts

[very-grownup]

Book 15, 2024

There's something about an older paperback fantasy trilogy that can feel so ballsy when considering the current state of fantasy publishing, although maybe the main thing is how they can easily fit into a jacket pocket.

Patricia A. McKillip's "The Riddle-Master of Hed" is fascinating in the reminder of what a lie the gritty adultification of the fantasy genre is (we all know the direction I am looking in).

One of those loosely Celtic fantasies, "The Riddle-Master of Hed" is much like the later works of McKillip's that I've read in that McKillip has no interest in infodumping or taking the time to explain the world to the reader. Pick it up from context clues, you're here for a /story/. Let the first line of the wikipedia plot summary act as an example:

"The titular Riddle-Master is Morgon, the Prince of Hed, a small, simple island populated by farmers and swineherds. The prince, inexplicably, has three stars on his forehead."

What's a Riddle-Master? OBVIOUSLY IT IS SOMEONE WHO IS REALLY GOOD AT RIDDLES AND KNOWS THE SORT OF THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW TO ANSWER RIDDLES. What are riddles? MOTHERFUCKER YOU KNOW WHAT RIDDLES ARE. It doesn't take long to pick up that a Riddle-Master is a highly educated scholar, a fantasy philosopher, and Morgon's a really good one. You learn that "Prince" doesn't mean "Son of a King", it's a title in and of itself that involves a spiritual connection to the land he's prince of (Hed). The stars? THEY'RE INEXPLICABLE you and Morgon know they're probably some kind of omen or mark of Chosen Oneness because you've read a book before and so has Morgon, they're just a signifier.

Before the start of the book, Morgon won a riddle-game with a curse ghost king and now has technically won the hand of the second most beautiful woman in the world but he's kind of embarrassed about the whole thing. Deth, a wandering harpist and messenger of the High One (God?), jostles Morgon into leaving Hed to pursue this and thus begins a novel that is entirely a Hero Trying to Refuse the Call. Morgon just wants to Go Home; this man has no great longing for something more than his little farm island and pigs and beer and maybe doing riddles but in a casual way, not in a inadvertently uncovering the secrets of the universe way.

There is a shipwreck, there are shapeshifters, there is amnesia and mysterious relic cities from when there were Sorcerers, people with pasts too long for their ages, foresty warrior women, dreams full of hidden knowledge, a legendary sword, an unplayable harp. It's a series of fantasy incidents that seem to only be connected by the fact that they keep happening to Morgon.

As I have also found with McKillip's writing, there's a dreamy, soft quality to everything that pulls you along gently. "The Riddle-Master of Hed" is not a page-turner, it's almost cozy.

And terrible things happen. The ending is startlingly bleak without fanfare. If you read "The Riddle-Master of Hed" as a standalone novel, it would be like playing a videogame with bad end possibilities and then leaving it there. It doesn't feel like a cliffhanger, possibly because of the quiet quality of McKillip's prose, possibly because of the fairytale elements in the style of McKillip's storytelling.

My only real complaint? One of the land rulers Morgon encounters in his journey is called the Morgol. Ms. McKillip, please, don't give me Morgon and the Morgol in the same book. Don't do that to me.

#2024 books #the riddle-master of hed #patricia a. mckillip

[oknowkiss]

fic post: in between two tall mountains

PAIRING: DRARRY (past Harry/Ginny & Harry/Pansy, background Ron/Pansy, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Harry/Ron) RATING: E (semi-public masturbation, general fucking) WORDCOUNT: 8.2K

READ ON AO3 HERE!

TAGS: Magic Historian Draco pines amongst the pines, Magically powerful bisexual DILF Harry Potter, the mind-rending HORROR of kissing your crush, Drarry in a campervan on the Oregon coast, Shipwrecks & Treasure Hunting, Climbing a mountain only to have big feelings at the top, Falling in Love in your 30s, despite all evidence to the contrary it’s a happy fic I promise 

SUMMARY: In the shadow of a mountain on the Oregon coast, there may or may not lie a shipwreck, on which there may or may not be a magical relic, lost hundreds of years ago. Harry's been tasked with finding it, and Draco is there to take notes, and they're stuck in a campervan pretending to be married, and it's all going to be just fine. That's what Draco's gotten rather good at telling himself, anyway.

happy birthday @sweet-s0rr0w​ !!!  i’m so glad life has worked in such a way that has allowed us -- despite a distance so grand that you’re probably having a nice post-dinner vino while i’m sitting here having my morning tea -- to be friends. 

you are a gem that shines through everything, and it would be my honor to spend the rest of my life screaming at you on discord, convincing you that you’re a fucking genius (seriously y’all, wait until you see what sweets has coming up next. it’s taken over my mind). 

not only are you an incredible writer (THE dron masterpiece she wrote with @tackytigerfic​, for example. and who could forget nor all that glisters!! but also seriously just read everything here) but you’re a brilliant reccer as well. your collaborative sex and romance lists, and drarry around the world in particular, are such perfect resources for this fandom -- and a testament to how blessed we all are by the collective talent on display here, gawd -- so i knew i had to send the boys in a little trip in your honor. 

and thank you a million times over to @sorrybutblog for really spitshining this into something pretty for our dear sweets, who deserves all the baubles. you are a genius and so patient with me and my runaway commas and asides.

happy happy happy birthday sweets, and here’s to many more!

#my fic #my fic posts #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #harry/draco

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (December 6)

On December 6, the faithful commemorate a bishop in the early church who was known for generosity and love of children.

Born around the late third or fourth century in Lycia, Asia Minor, St. Nicholas of Myra is more than just the inspiration for the modern day Santa.

As a young man, he is said to have made a pilgrimage to Palestine and Egypt in order to study in the school of the Desert Fathers.

On returning some years later, he was almost immediately ordained Bishop of Myra, which is now Demre, on the coast of modern day Turkey.

The bishop was imprisoned during the Diocletian persecution. He was only released when Constantine the Great came to power and made Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire.

One of the most famous stories of the generosity of St. Nicholas says that he threw bags of gold through an open window in the house of a poor man to serve as dowry for the man’s daughters, who otherwise would have been forced into prostitution.

The gold is said to have landed in the family’s shoes, which were drying near the fire.

This is why children leave their shoes out by the door, or hang their stockings by the fireplace, in the hopes of receiving a gift on the eve of his feast.

St. Nicholas is associated with Christmas because of the tradition that he had with the custom of giving secret gifts to children.

It is also conjectured that the saint, who was known to wear red robes and have a long white beard, was culturally converted into the large man with a reindeer-drawn sled full of toys because in German, his name is “San Nikolaus,” which almost sounds like “Santa Claus.”

In the East, he is known as St. Nicholas of Myra for the town in which he was bishop.

But in the West, he is called St. Nicholas of Bari because, during the Muslim conquest of Turkey in 1087, his relics were taken to Bari by the Italians.

St Nicholas is the patron of children and sailors.

His intercession is sought by the shipwrecked, by those in difficult economic circumstances, and for those affected by fires.

He died on 6 December 346.

#Saint of the Day #St. Nicholas of Myra #San Nikolaus #Santa Claus #Christmas #reindeer #toys #gifts