#where'er

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#steam-pocket #outmaneuvers #where'er #repaganize #Chiroptera #nineties #Russo-persian #unhandiness #landscaper #hemisaprophytic #self-introduction #polices #bronze-gilt #globetrotters #unembattled #uvrou #deception #lead-lead #codon #archiveofourown

[queenlucythevaliant]

She was ladylike and lively, not "the type you would expect."

Some of the oldest members of court still remembered how as a child Queen Lucy had always been black and blue from practice yards she wasn't supposed to visit as often as she did. Raffin the Dwarf, who'd been the royal armorsmith back in the day, could tell endless stories about her: how Lucy had stolen swords and sparred with the boys; how she'd been slight and quick and laughed as she sparred; how she'd sometimes even beaten her brothers. It had taken all the High King's force of will to pry the sword and dagger out of his little sister's hand and replace it with a bow.

But even so, Alabast the unicorn, who'd carried her wounded from battle once, claimed in his old age that she'd scarcely ever ridden astride. "She was still a lady, for all that she was a warrior. She wore skirts and armor both," he would say. Peridan remarked that in the command tent she'd had none of the masculine coarseness of the other commanders. She had a temper occasionally, but she did not elbow or jostle to make herself heard. When she spoke, everyone listened.

She laughed loudly and often. That was the main thing that everyone said. The archers, the commanders, the beasts and the centaurs and the giants and the satyrs all said she had a great, carrying laugh that could be heard up and down the battle column.

With a braver heart than many and a slot-shot to respect.

"Queen Susan wins her tournaments and Queen Lucy her battles" people would sing in praise of their sovereigns. While Susan had the better aim in the precise, level field of a fairground, Lucy was dauntless with hell all round her.

The old archers said they never served under a captain that was her equal. Queen Lucy held on whatever ground her archers were stationed. She placed herself as far forward as the High King would allow her. The rows behind her would speak of her small figure poised among so many tall warriors, of her braid being tossed about below her helmet, gold like the Narnian standard.

Hardrum, an old centuar who had been fierce with a flail in his day, told his children about the day the Narnian army had fallen back from the mouth of the River Shribble. "Queen Lucy covered our retreat with no more than fourty archers at her command. I remember seeing her when I galloped past. She was firing arrows two at a time, with a lioness's snarl on her face."

And I guess she'd once decided this was where she'd like to be,

"Why?" Tumnus asked her once. Lucy was growing older; her spun-gold hair had threads of silver in it, but she had yet to hang up her bow.

"When I was a child, because I wanted to be brave," Lucy answered thoughtfully. "But now, I think, I just want to be the sort of person who doesn't put down her weapons until Aslan asks it of her."

When Lucy and the others disappeared beyond Lantern Waste, Tumnus told stories about his best friend: how brave she was, and what kind of person she'd decided to be.

And I thought, if she could do it, why not me?

#One of Us by Heather Dale is THE Lucy song #a revision of an old piece #my life gets busy again on Tuesday gotta spend as much time horsing around on tumblr as possible before then lol #Why not /me/? #warrior lucy is unspeakably important to me #i think about examples: how you act and what you dare #and where'er that lady is i hope she knows #dear darling heart-daughter of aslan #i love her so much i can hardly stand it #narnia #pontifications and creations #leah stories

[brokerofsecrets]

@nephytale liked for a thing

Generally, he was confident in his ability to get in and out of locations without being noticed. Even if that location was a ship. He had practically made a living out of it, after all. It would seem this time, however, he had mistimed his snooping. Teague was aware of the person approaching before he fully registered the sound of footsteps- inconvenient, as he slid a bit of paper into his pocket. There wasn't really anywhere for him to hide, which was even more inconvenient. He was also generally confident in his ability to talk himself out of trouble. He was charming enough, what could go wrong? "Afternoon."

#nephytale #nephytale: Ryoko #AU: Where'er The Sea May Take Me #((Just linking the call took way too long holy shit #I haaaaaaate this new tumblr format)) #((If you wanted to use someone else just let me know; I just figured Ryoko since she's the main))

[creepy-crowleys]

((This morning's huntings: This fine griffin that swooped in to destroy an oxcart. It actually managed to fly away with a small chunk of health in this encounter, but came back when I passed through the area again later without having recovered. So first griffin killed! (Also switched my Arisen and Main Pawn's vocations. Archer and Fighter now. My Pawn is... somewhere in this fray. Possibly under the griffin.)

Some (minor?) plot spoilers below cut

Arisen!Crowley is deeply disappointed to learn that being named as the Arisen means she's also to become the ruler of this country. She's kind of okay with the Queen Regent putting her son on the throne instead. Like, the machinations of it kind of sucked, she just wants to do quests and explore and climb on things she probably shouldn't. :'<

#.FROM THE HANDLER #.fire #((Hi I'm bothering the wildlife where'er I go.))

[ghastlytofu]

I don't understand the thinking behind wanting Wyll to be more of a hardline monster hunter traditional lawful good coded guy. One of the very best things about him is how he breaks that stereotype - because he IS for goodness and justice and battling evil where'er it lurks! But it's the kind of Good that knows Hurt People Hurt People and not every monster has to remain so. He's a man of nuance who always, always, always gives "monsters" the benefit of the doubt so long as they're not actively threatening innocent people.

[I'd have taken her head if she spoke to me like that.]

Wyll: I try to avoid summary execution when a sideways glance will suffice.

Astarion fucking bites him - Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers!! a renowned monster hunter!! a man who, by his own admission, has slain vampire spawn before!!!!! - and what does he do? Calls him insolent but charming, says he got the best sleep he's had in ages, compliments his hair and tells him to keep his fangs out of innocent people (notably he does not actually tell Astarion to keep his fangs out of his neck.... unlike everyone else in the party).

He travels alongside, has a lot of respect for and great camaraderie with Lae'zel (militaristic space pirate whom everyone on the Material Plane shits bricks upon seeing) and Shadowheart (ms. when i grow up i wanna be a dark justiciar in a nihilistic shadow cult. maybe do a blood sacrifice idk) and Karlach who he was sent to kill but didn't (unless you did the thing. I did Not) because he decides her life is more important than the inevitable torment he'll face for disobeying Mizora.

He's sooo, SOOOO much more interesting this way than as a Lawful Stupid "why aren't we killing these undead/abominations/astral invaders already alfjakghjkk >:(" hardline smitey ur-paladin fucker whose character arc is learning that oooh monsters are people too oh wowow because he already knows that!!! He already knows!!!! His character arc isn't about acknowleding that monsters have feelings too, it's acknowledging that he has feelings too and is worthy of the same consideration and benefit of the doubt he extends to everyone around him!!!!!!!

#wyll ravengard #baldur’s gate 3

[barbatusart]

THE HIGH ARM

sus.space/thehigharm

arca - child secret boyfriend - stripping at the nail a silver mt. zion - sit in the middle of three galloping dogs. coil - sex with run ra (part two - sigillaricia) doubting thomas - father don't cry interlace - missing link (heather remix by akira yamaoka) linga ignota - where'er you walk (hesse/handel) hocico - untold blasphemies gusgus - changes come swans - all lined up prurient - dog of addiction skinny puppy - worlock-ed :wumpscut: - ceremony

little evyl wyll fan soundtrack for your enjoyment! ive been playing a run with him as evil just to see how far this game'll let me push outside the borders of an origin playthrough, im gonna try an absolute-aligned karlach run next

i almost put a particularly brutal harsh noise track on here but then last second i was like lemme not torture the dash LOL

#fst #wyll raven #evyl wyll #baldur's gate 3

[thelastrenaissance]

The Hurricane

Jose Maria de Heredia

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,

I know thy breath in the burning sky!

And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,

For the coming of the hurricane!

And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,

Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;

Silent and slow, and terribly strong,

The mighty shadow is borne along,

Like the dark eternity to come;

While the world below, dismayed and dumb,

Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere

Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.

They darken fast; and the golden blaze

Of the sun is quenched in the lurid haze,

And he sends through the shade a funeral ray —

A glare that is neither night nor day,

A beam that touches, with hues of death,

The clouds above and the earth beneath.

To its covert glides the silent bird,

While the hurricane's distant voice is heard,

Uplifted among the mountains round,

And the forests hear and answer the sound.

He is come! he is come! do ye not behold

His ample robes on the wind unfurled?

Giant of air! we bid thee hail!—

How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;

How his huge and writhing arms are vent,

To clasp the zone of the firmament,

And fold at length, in the dark embrace,

From mountain to mountain the visible space.

Darker — still darker! the whirlwinds bear

The dust of the plains to the middle air:

And hark to the crashing, long and loud,

Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!

You may trace its path by the flashes that start

From the rapid wheels where'er they dart,

And the fire-bolts leap to the world below,

And flood the skies with a lurid glow.

What roar is that? — 'tis the rain that breaks

In torrents away from the airy lakes,

Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,

And shedding a nameless horror round.

Ah! well known woods, and mountains, and skies,

With the very clouds! — ye are lost to my eyes.

I seek ye vainly, and see in your place

The shadowy tempest that sweeps the space,

A whirling ocean that fills the wall

Of the crystal heaven, and buries all.

And I, cut off from the world, remain

Alone with the terrible hurricane.

Translated by William Cullen Bryant

#poetry #poems #poet #poetic #writers and poets #poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #words words words #original poem #aesthetic #romance #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled poetry #light academia #light academia aesthetic #classic academia #dark academia #romantic academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #chaotic academia #literature #lit #words #classic literature #art

[neeko-system]

docotr: the patient (me) needs a blood transfucsion, where'ed all their blood go

doctor2: his last tumblr post said "need a futch to stab me to death (horny)"

futch who knows my address because i drunkenly posted it one time: she sounded genuine

#neeko-tag

[chaoticcreative-sy]

A restless skeleton

Complaint of the Skeleton to Time

“Take my love, it is not true,

So let it tempt no body new;

Take my lady, she will sigh

For my bed where'er I lie;

Take them, said the skeleton,

But leave my bones alone.

Take my raiment, now grown cold,

To give to some poor poet old;

Take the skin that hoods this truth

If his age would wear my youth;

Take them, said the skeleton,

But leave my bones alone.

Take the thoughts that like the wind

Blow my body out of mind;

Take this heart to go with that

And pass it on from rat to rat;

Take them, said the skeleton,

But leave my bones alone.

Take the art which I bemoan

In a poem's crazy tone;

Grind me down, though I may groan,

To the starkest stick and stone;

Take them, said the skeleton,

But leave my bones alone.”

by Allen Ginsberg

#artdoll #custom doll #dollartist #sewing #dollblr #handmade #skeleton #halloween #halloween doll

[basingstokemercury]

Why can't I find any soothing folk/opera ballads with happy lyrics :(

All I can think of is Where'er You Walk and I'd like to use something less known

#even all through the night apparently has dark verses :(

[weepingfoxfury]

Jacaranda, Jacaranda, wilst thou take me where'er thou goest? ...

#dandelion clocks #dandelions #nightcore #late at night #before bed #naturecore #nighttime photography #photographers on tumblr #original photography on tumblr #naturephotography #jacaranda #questions #flowercore #floral

[scotianostra]

On June 13th 1814 The Strathnaver Clearances began on the Sutherland estates. Families were given half an hour to remove their belongings before their cottages were set on fire.

Strathnaver was part of the estate of the Countess of Sutherland and her husband the Marquis of Stafford. They had decided to “improve” their lands by turning them over to profitable sheep farming and were intent on moving their tenants to new villages built on the coast.

From 1814, the evicitions were undertaken by the Sutherland Estate factor, Patrick Sellar. He was ruthless in his actions, destroying homes and burning crops to force people from their land. His actions were so extreme that in April 1816 Sellar stood trial in Inverness on a variety of charges including fire raising and culpable homicide. However, he was acquitted and returned to Strathnaver where he had leased a large area of the land to farm sheep.

There are the remains of many abandoned townships throughout the Strath, the best known of these being Rosal. This is mainly thanks to Donald Macleod, a native of that township, who witnessed the clearances and wrote passionately about them. He is remembered in a memorial close to the site of the settlement.

One of those affected by the clearances was Annie Mackay, who was a child at the time, years later she wrote the following poem

‘Twas not the beacon light of war, Nor yet the “slogan” cry, That chilled each heart, and blanched each cheek, In the country of Mackay, And made them march with weary feet, As men condemned to die.

Ah! had it been their country’s foe That they were called to brave, How loudly would the piobrachd sound, How proud their “bratach” wave; How joyfully each man would march, Tho’ marching to his grave.

No! ‘Twas a cruel, sad behest, An alien chief’s command, Depriving them of house and home, Their country and their land; Dealing a death-blow at their hearts, Binding the “strong right hand”.

Slowly and sadly, down the glen They took their weary way, The sun was shining overhead Upon that sweet spring day, And earth was throbbing with the life Of the great glad month of May.

The deer were browsing on the hills, And looked with wondering eye; The birds were singing their songs of praise, The smoke curled to the sky, And the river added its gentle voice To nature’s melody.

No human voice disturbed the calm, No answering smile was there, For men and women walked along, Mute pictures of despair; This was the last sad Sabbath they Would join in praise and prayer.

And men were there whose brows still bore The trace of many scars, Who oft their vigils kept with death Beneath the midnight stars, Where'er their country needed men, Brave men to fight her wars.

And grey-haired women tall and strong, Erect and full of grace, Meet mothers of a noble clan, A brave and stalwart race, And many a maiden young and fair, With pallid, tear-stained face.

They met upon the river’s brink, By the church so old and grey, They could not sit within its walls Upon this sunny day; The Heavens above would be their dome, And hear what they would say.

The preacher stood upon a bank, His face was pale and thin, And, as he looked upon his flock, His eyes with tears were dim, And they awhile forgot their grief, And fondly looked at him.

There are still people who underplay what happened during The Clearances, on e main denier is that eejit Neil Oliver, now many of you will know, and like the TV shows he has been involved in, but he is an absolute tool of a man, I should only have to point out he is employed by the right wing broadcaster GB News to show the mans mettle, but check out the article on this link for more on him

You can find more pics and info on the Clearances herehttp://www.abandonedcommunities.co.uk/page31.html

#scotland #scottish

[nulfaga]

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish. . .

#tunez #roberta flack #donny hathaway #making it an audio post as promised. novemberest song ever

[brokerofsecrets]

"THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU HURT ME" PROMPTS

I'm still waiting for my apology. you know. the one you owe me | Ryoko for him having infiltrated her ship

Here

He had been aware of her approach, even if he hadn't turned toward her until she spoke. It wasn't even that important, it turned out. An apology? For... What, exactly? There were a number of things he could apologize for, certainly- should, even. Not all of them pertained to her. He never stuck around anyone long enough to need to apologize, regardless.

"Haven't the foggiest what you're on about, love." Finally, after a clear moment of thought. It would seem as if he gave up on trying to figure out what, specifically, she was referring to.

#Answered #nephytale #AU: Where'er the Sea May Take Me

[spiritus-malum]

"...I have love enough to spread, it's not a finite source but a flame to be fed."

It fills my heart with tongues of red, it powers my life, without I am dead.

Yet often am I caught afraid, that love will fail me, and love will abrade.

These fears within me, oft dismayed, of those who came, and left; abade.

No longer should I fear this so, for I've been told by so many, I know.

Love within sets world aglow, and follows me here, there, where'er I go.

I have enough love to spread, it's not a finite source but a flame to be fed.

And wherever it is I will rest my head, there will love be, resplendent and red.

#the tongue of cassriel #poetry

[julesofnature]

I was born in the path of the winter wind And raised where the mountains are old Their springtime waters came dancing down And I remember the tales they told The whistling ways of my younger days Too quickly have faded on by But all of their memories linger on Like the light in a fading sky River, take me along In your sunshine, sing me your song Ever moving and winding and free You rolling old river You changing old river Let's you and me, river Run down to the sea I've been to the city and back again I've been moved by some things that I've learned Met a lot of good people and I've called them friends Felt the change when the seasons turned I've heard all the songs that the children sing And listened to love's melodies I've felt my own music within me rise Like the wind in the autumn trees River, take me along In your sunshine, sing me your song Ever moving and winding and free You rolling old river You changing old river Let's you and me, river Run down to the sea Someday when the flowers are blooming still Someday when the grass is still green My rolling waters will round the bend And flow into the open sea So here's to the rainbow that's followed me here And here's to the friends that I know And here's to the song that's within me now I will sing it where'er I go River, take me along In your sunshine, sing me your song Ever moving and winding and free You rolling old river You changing old river Let's you and me, river Run down to the sea

'River', by Bill Staines

#Bill Staines