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gudvina · 1 year

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The sea fig, ch. III, Godwin.

(third chapter, slightly shorter for now ;))

Fog crept in the towers as the city awakened. Godwin watched it slowly come to life below him, as he had done for many years since becoming AEthelred’s chief counsellor. Being there as the people roused and went about their day, almost like puppets in a play, reminded him of how different things can seem if viewed from a different perspective. Down there he’d be like them, indistinguishable in the crowds.

The centre of the town was the main object of his sight, though on the horizon he could easily distinguish the walls that protected Londinium. From up there he could see the exact place where Priest Cynleaf’s body was found, a brownish-coloured area of cobblestone where the blood couldn’t be properly washed as the only tell-tale sign of what had happened.

The first to find him had been a guard, followed by the victim’s wife. Her cries of despair had attracted the attention of the Alehouse clients, who had encircled the body. When Godwin showed up and was told of the victim’s identity, he rushed to the homestead, knowing that not a moment could be wasted.

He still remembered Queen Emma’s arrival at the scene, how her shoulders went rigid at the sight. He had been behind her, but could imagine her eyes widening as she looked at the butchered body. The Priest would have been unrecognisable had it not been for the necklace around his neck.

On the surface, the city didn’t appear particularly affected by the gruesome event, but the tension between Christians and Pagans, Danes and English alike, was tangible. It was starting slowly, with a suspicious look and voices in the streets of how the Christians were betraying the Pagans, or that the Pagans killed each other without remorse. Both branches were asking the same question- Why trust them? - and he watched the play, curious about what the next act would bring.

Sounds of footsteps he didn’t recognise pulled him away from the scenery, and turning around he saw Lady Adela. Unlike the night before, when he had seen her in the company of Princess Gytha, the woman in front of him was the perfect picture of the proper lady. Not a hair out of place, not a braid falling off, her posture as impeccable as it had been when she first crossed the halls of the Queen’s throne.

She curtsied with a nod, walking silently to stand beside him.

“M’Lady, good morning”, he acknowledged her greeting.

“Not so good of a morning for your people, Lord. My Aunt and Agnarr await you”.

He didn’t respond. It wouldn’t have been wise, and he still wasn’t used to her scrutiny. He remembered when he had first been introduced to King Aethelred, after his father’s death. How hard he had found having to withstand the Queen’s piercing stare. At the time he was but a boy, but growing up had not helped his unease with people’s eyes. How dirty they made him feel. He kept looking at the city.

The woman sighed, her breath condensing into a little cloud because of the cold temperatures.

“Why are all eyes on you?”.

Her voice was edged with curiosity, and he smiled. Though he couldn’t see her, he was resolved to avoid her stare as much as he could, he imagined her hanging from whatever he would say next.

“What are you asking, exactly?”

“You are my aunt’s right hand. Why would she suspect you, of all people?”

“Why not? Am I not but a man still? Anything could sway any man to betray their vows, as long as it’s shinier than his King’s crown.”

“I don’t think anyone to be so easily swayed from riches, my Lord. Loyalty is what has kept and keeps Normandy alive. And in this case, the betrayal wasn’t only against a King. It was against a welcomed people.”

“A people welcomed by whom, exactly?”

He heard her chuckle, almost amused by his answer.

“Oh, that’s why. You are one of them”.

Godwin knew what she meant; the Saxon Lords would have done anything to keep the Danes away from their lands. And she wasn’t wrong, though Wessex was the least of his concerns. As the sky cleared up, leaving a small ray of sun and some blue pry through the clouds, he decided he couldn’t let the Queen and Agnarr wait any longer.

A morbid curiosity spread through him, turning to see what expression the woman’s features were morphing into. She seemed to be enjoying Londinium’s clearing sky, almost as if he wasn’t there. Being able to go unseen had saved his life more than once in the past, he was used to being invisible, yet at that moment he felt a pang of disappointment hitting him.

He excused himself bowing to the lady as he headed the way to the castle, when he heard her voice.

“I’m watching you, Lord Godwin”.

She had turned to him, her threatening words spelt with a neutral tone. And he knew they should have worried him, that he shouldn’t have taken them lightly. Because Queen Emma’s eyes on him were already enough to make up for the whole city. The whole Kingdom. Yet for once he didn’t let his past shrink him away from someone’s stare, leaving him feeling like a rat. Let her watch, he thought. And with a sick satisfaction, for what he did not know, he left the towers.

While he walked towards the homestead, through the archways and the guards keeping their watch, he could still sense Lady Adela’s gaze on his skin. He was mainly engaged in predicting what the Queen would ask of him, and how he should respond. But another part of him, a small one but present nonetheless, felt like for once in his life he wasn’t the only spectator of the play that animated everything around him.

Like he was joined by someone to watch the story develop before them, and all they had to do was keep silent and watch.

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morethansalad · 8 months

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Cheesy Vegan Grilled Figs Phyllo Pie with Caramelized Onions & Walnuts

#vegan #appetizer #pastry #phyllo dough #figs #onion #walnuts #vegan cheese #vegan butter #balsamic vinegar #thyme #vegan crème fraîche #olive oil #black pepper #sea salt

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queensharotto · 7 months

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Cookie Run Kingdom Revisited iPhone Wallpapers (Part 5)

#my wallpapers #crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #almond cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #pure vanilla cookie #black raisin cookie #pastry cookie #red velvet cookie #fig cookie #devil cookie #sea fairy cookie #mango cookie #iphone wallpaper #phone wallpaper

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i-ate-a-purse · 2 years

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Part 2 of my Mlp au

Some sea related ponies

Then I felt like drawing some more different mlp species

Part one is here!

Part three is here!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #mlp fim #sea fairy cookie #sorbet shark cookie #pirate cookie #peppermint cookie #vampire cookie #alchemist cookie #fig cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #timekeeper cookie #my little cookie: baking is magic

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calabria-mediterranea · 3 months

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The ancient tradition of drying figs in Calabria

Figs are a unique fruit resembling a teardrop. They’re about the size of your thumb, filled with hundreds of tiny seeds, and have an edible purple or green peel. The flesh of the fruit is pink and has a mild, sweet taste. The scientific name for the fig is Ficus carica.

The Dottato fig variety (or Kadota in the US) is the most common in Calabria and is usually found from the 2nd week of August into September (it’s also my personal favorite). The Dottato fig has green skin and a white / golden interior. The flesh is creamy, sweet, and bright tasting. The dottato fig variety is also a good choice for drying.

In Southern Italy's Calabria dried figs are a centuries-old tradition, which came here alongside with the Phoenicians. The particular environmental situation of Calabria has created special conditions which in other areas of Mediterranean were impossible.

Figs — and their leaves — are packed with nutrients and offer a variety of potential health benefits. They may promote healthy digestion, decrease your risk of heart disease, and help you manage your blood sugar levels.

Dried figs are high in sugar and rich in calories, as the sugar becomes concentrated when the fruits are dried.

Calabrian crocette are dried figs stuffed with almonds or walnuts and then baked in the oven with a pinch of cinnamon and a touch of your favorite liqueur. They can be consumed as is or covered with a thin layer of chocolate. They must, however, be stuffed and closed according to tradition. Each crocetta is made of four figs opened in half and held together. They are overlapped with another open fig so as to form a cross – hence the name. At this point they are stuffed and closed with two other half-opened dried figs.

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maxfandoms · 4 months

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--❥ Fearful Symmetry 〖Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - Dimension 20〗

✧༺♥༻∞ Last Twilight The Series ✧༺♥༻∞

#So i may become obsessed with the parallels #between Ayda/Fig #& Mhok/Day so I made this #like its a someone with bad boy/bad girl #being the first person to treat the closed off one #with sweetness and seeing them as whole person #last twilight #last twilight series #last twilight the series #jimmysea #morkday #mhokday #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #day danainat #mhok last twilight

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your-blorbos-are-queer · 11 months

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character pride icons pt. 10: cookie run (pt. 1)

canon queer characters

milk cookie - achillean | sea fairy cookie + pomegranate cookie - lesbian

cream unicorn cookie + devil cookie + angel cookie - non binary

poison mushroom cookie + snow sugar cookie + fig cookie - non binary

sorbet shark cookie + strawberry crepe cookie + squid ink cookie - non binary

bonus! pride flags color-picked from the characters:

feel free to use these for any non-commercial purpose, as long as proper credit is given!

if you'd like to see a different combination of character + flag, my ask box is always open for requests

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softichill · 7 months

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Every single cookie run playlist I have so far

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sea-buns · 4 months

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I’m pretty sure I’ve seen murph-ally-lou makjng the exact same expressions as the ones in the first pic of your compilation. Like it’s possible to find a screenshot that would be uncannily similar

Oh for sure. It's kinda trippy how I look at that image and just get such intense deja vu. Like all that needs to change is the set and clothes are BOOM we're there

You're absolutely correct and it's making me wanna scrub through every d20 episode of their table layout to see how many I can gather. And you just know the timestamps for Gorgug insight checks are a hotspot lmao

#gorgug insight checks and fig shenanigans are goldmines for shellshocked screenshots #the temptation is so strong...#if i truly get around to rewatching fhsy then ill see what i can get. cuz now that im reminded of how uncanny it is i cannot move on #asks #anon ask #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #sea rambles #catching up on asks and tags for the holiday season :') cuz if i dont make it a seasonal gimmick itll never happen :')))

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rabbitcruiser · 1 month

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Ocean Vista Point, CA

San Simeon (Spanish: San Simeón, meaning "St. Simon") is a village and Census-designated place on the Pacific coast of San Luis Obispo County, California, United States. Its position along State Route 1 is about halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco, each of those cities being roughly 230 miles (370 km) away. A key feature of the area is Hearst Castle, a hilltop mansion built for William Randolph Hearst in the early 20th century that is now a tourist attraction. The area is also home to a large northern elephant sealrookery, known as the Piedras Blancas rookery, located 7 miles (11 km) north of San Simeon on Highway 1.

Source: Wikipedia

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serenefig · 7 months

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A lil rainbow anglerfish!

After years of saying "in gonna do the Thing", I have finally done the Thing!

Used a rainbow color pencil and some inking pens.

#my art #my drawing #anglerfish #angler fish #deep sea anglerfish #deep sea angler fish #fig speaks

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gudvina · 1 year

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The sea fig, ch. II, Adela.

(second chapter <3)

The sun was setting when Adelaide returned to her room. It had been a week since she first stepped into her aunt’s homestead, and she was still adjusting to how different London was to her homeland. The room was still showered with remnants of twilight, brightened by the light green of the walls. It didn’t have much furniture; by the south side was a bed, supplied with a swan feathered mattress and pillows and furred covers that contrasted nicely with the wood of the headboard. A wardrobe stood by the west well, and where the floor raised in a platform sat a simple bathtub. The north side held most of the windows, and a desk with a looking glass and some parchment alongside it. Though it was different from her room in Normandy, she enjoyed how simple it was.

Had she been in Normandy she would have lulled herself to sleep listening to the crashing waves, or the sounds of the city filling the air. London wasn’t much different, admittedly. While during the day it seemed dull and uninteresting, when darkness set its rule and the moon showed her face the city lit up. The alehouses represented much of the night’s entertainment, and the bustling sounds reached her windows, leaving her longing for something other than the stillness of the castle.

Her aunt and her ladies in waiting provided a good distraction, and quickly she had sparked up a friendship with Gytha, with which she spent the nights in pleasant conversation. Sometimes they were joined by Aelfwynn, though she appeared busier than Gytha.

Adela undressed and put on her nightgown, waiting for Gytha’s company as she brushed her hair by the desk. After a few minutes of silence finally the door opened, and she smiled as she saw Gytha enter her room.

“I am sorry if I couldn’t wait for you, I just needed to get out of that dress”.

Gytha let out a soft chuckle as she closed the door and she sat on her bed, her blonde hair now goldened by the candle’s lights.

“I imagined, sorry if I was late, your aunt needed me and Aelfwynn to sort out some fabrics.”

In a moment Gytha and Adela were deep in conversation, talking about each other and their lives until then. Gytha had much to tell about Denmark, how different it was from England and its people, and Adela in return talked about Normandy and how different they were from Frankia as a whole, how her people lived in relative peace and convivence.

“Of course it isn’t all sunshine, admittedly many Frankish Lords dislike us, but we also have some powerful allies like our cousins in Aquitaine”.

“Oh, so I guess there are Earls like Godwin everywhere”.

Adelaide’s interest was sparked when Gytha mentioned that name, and she couldn’t help but want to satisfy her curiosity.

“Isn’t he the right hand of the Queen and King alike?”

Gytha scrunched up her nose, shaking her head. “He certainly plays the part. He does his job well, but never trust him too much”.

Adela’s mind went back to something her Aunt Maude once told her. It was about her grandfather’s father: William Longsword. He had been a good ruler, but too trusting of the other. That was his demise.

Gytha suddenly shifted and looked at her with a glimmer in her eyes.

“You ask an awful lot of questions, but never tell anything about yourself. All this talk of Normandy won’t fool me! Now you shall tell me about this Duke of Lyonnaise”.

Adela laughed a little and shrugged, not very entertained by the tale of the less amusing nuisance in all of Frankia.

“There is not much to tell, he is uninteresting but a good party. There is a man who I like much more, the Duke of Blois. But my family dislikes his, and my father would not have that union.”

“Did you love him?”

“No, I wouldn’t say I did. I just liked him far better. It wouldn’t be wise for a woman such as me or you to do more than like any man”.

“And yet Queen Emma and my uncle seem to have found more than just liking in each other”

“You are not wrong. But that’s rare, and the one exception that confirms the rule.”

“And don’t you hope to have… something more?”

Adelaide moved to answer but stopped herself. She had never thought about something more; yes, she had many examples in her family of people who married and loved each other, namely her forebearers Duke Rollo and Princess Gisla. She had been married to him by her father to form an alliance, and had fallen so deeply in love with each other that many Norman tales and songs still told of their love and how beneficial that union had been for both Normandy and each other. Their son William Longsword had found love in both his first wife Sprota and then Liuthgarda, who responded in treachery. Her grandfather Richard the Fearless had loved her grandmother Gunnora, and then his many mistresses, with which he had produced some of her uncles. And her parents themselves were very happy with each other. Despite coming from a line of people who had found love in their partners, that something more wasn’t what she saw in her life. Since she was a girl, she had been educated in all matters regarding the politics of her lands as was Norman costume. Her greatest desire had always been to form a beneficial alliance for Normandy, and maybe marry in the confines of Frankia, as to not stray away from her beloved Rouen.

Gytha’s question wasn’t one she had ever considered, that something more for her looked more like being fortunate to find a man who’d allow her to rule beside him whatever land would welcome her as its own. She found herself grow uncomfortable, her guts stirring for a question that had been innocent and yet had cracked a chasm where she had always found sure footing.

“I don’t know what’s more, Gytha. It isn’t in me. My Aunt was kissed by fortune, but I have never thought of more and I… don’t even know if I want it”.

Gytha looked at her with a knowing look, and smiled a little.

“Let me tell you, you resemble a lot your aunt when you make that face”.

They ended up giggling and changing subject, concentrating in lighter chatter. Adela was grateful to have Gytha with her, a friend with which she could be herself and not be judged as too harsh to be ladylike. Maybe her exposure to her aunt as her lady in waiting made it easier, or the fact that she was a Dane, but she didn’t seem to mind Adela’s sharp words and observation. And she genuinely liked Gytha, who was fun and gentle and kind.

When it was late enough they realized it was time to retire, and though they didn’t want to put a stop to their fun it was time to rest. They were exchanging the last few words before Gytha’s exit when a sound caught their attention.

They stopped talking and realized it came from the city. It was the scream of a woman, a horrifying wail that made Gytha and Adelaide rush to the window and open it. A few guards were already covering the area, and they couldn’t see what was happening behind the entrance arch that sheltered them from the view. In a mix of curiosity and fear the two made for the door so they could at the very least ask the guards some informations, when outside their corridor they met Earl Godwin.

“Ladies, stay in the room and do not get out for any reason. If in need of anything I will place guards outside your doors, though now I must hurry and call Queen Emma”.

Gytha nodded and moved to close the door, but Adela prevented it by holding the door in it’s place.

“What is happening?”

Earl Godwin was taken aback by her questioning, recognizing in her the same mannerisms he had only seen in the Queen before now.

“The Dane priest Cynleaf was killed; we are assuming the attack was provoked by another Dane in the alehouse”.

Adela could sense Gytha gasp and tense behind her, and soon the Earl left them. They ended up spending the night together in Adela’s room, with guards outside the door and the chaos of the city muffled by the windows now closed.

Gytha had succumbed to sleep almost instantly, leaving Adela alone with her thoughts. Before she fell asleep, her agitated mind kept circling between the events of the night and Gytha’s words.

He certainly plays the part.

#godwin x oc #godwin #earl godwin #emma of normandy #king canute #gytha thorkelsdottir #vikings valhalla #vkfanfiction #vikings fanfiction #vikings: valhalla #writing #The Sea Fig #rolisla mention #vikings

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morethansalad · 10 months

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Toasted Fig Leaf Pudding Cups with Summer Berries (Vegan)

#vegan #sweets #pudding #fig leaf #coconut milk #raspberries #cherries #blackberries #plant milk #arrowroot starch #vanilla #cookies #coconut sugar #sea salt

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queensharotto · 9 months

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Cookie Run Kingdom iPhone Wallpapers (Part 8)

Free to use

#my wallpapers #CRK #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #fig cookie #devil cookie #sea fairy cookie #mango cookie #lilac cookie #squid ink cookie #sorbet shark cookie #raspberry cookie #hollyberry cookie

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nondienary · 1 year

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#sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie #cream unicorn cookie #stardust cookie #space doughnut #eclair cookie #blueberry pie cookie #financier cookie #clotted cream cookie #fig cookie #clover cookie #seamoon #sea fairy x moonlight x cream unicorn #stardust x space doughnut #financier x clotted cream #eclair x blueberry pie #fig x clover #cloverfig #jeez lots of tags

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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How would the horde react to like the reader but with a missing limb (such as a leg or hand).

Who would be carrying them around most often? I can see seawalker just making little bubbles for the reader to travel in.

Jellywalker Report #13: Injury Assistance

First off would be to find the one who caused the missing limb. Could’ve been a wild animal, a bounty hunter, or even natural causes, they don’t care. Someone is getting mauled to death. Healer walkers try and do what they can to reattach your limb or at least slow down the jam bleeding.

You say “most often”, there’s still quite a few that can carry you around.

Pretty much everyone will be gunning for who’ll be your carrier. Seawalker can and will try to convince you by creating bubbles to float you around like you mentioned.

Championwalker can carry you on one of his arms, he’s strong enough he can support you! He’ll make an effort to gloat about it by flexing to the others, you don’t need another cookie when you fir him!

Moonwalker can lift you up too, she can make room for you on the moonlift. No, this doesn’t mean others can help themselves to climb aboard. She’s doing this for you, Y/N Cookie, not the others. She won’t hesitate to bump off anyone climbing on with an irritated growl.

Crowberry Walker uses her crow form to carry you away with ease. She’ll use this often to get you out of danger when she’s nearby.

Fig Walker carries you on their back, they’ll run off and sound the horn if a threat was spotted.

Pumpkin Pie Walker will have Pompon carry and protect you since you’re missing a limb. Nothing is getting past the large ragdoll while they’re carrying you. The attackers will have to pry them from their jellied claws if they want to reach you.

#jelly walkers x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #cookie wars x reader #jellywalker au #crowberry cookie #pumpkin pie cookie #fig cookie #sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie

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