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Since Mary Shelburne-Grey connected the spread of the tune across the world with a satellite launched by Bolivia, her plan to put it out of service was blocked by the indecision caused by the post-hypnotic suggestion carried by the tune.
The Inspector: ‘I could authorise you to shoot it down.’
Mary: ‘You may be Supreme Minister of the World, Inspector, but you don’t have that authority until the United Nations Security Council gives you it. Our ambassador vetoed his own proposal because Russia and China indicated they thought he was wrong! We’ll never get the authorisation!’
#Inspector Spacetime#The Chuckle (special)#Mary Shelburne-Grey (character)#World Intelligence Team#W.I.T.#she connected the spread of the tune#across the world#with a satellite#launched by a South American country#her plan was blocked#to put it out of service#post hypnotic suggestion#carried by the tune#the Inspector (character)#tries to authorise it#shoot it down#Mary knows better#Supreme Minister of the World#you don't have that authority#until the United Nations#U.N. Security Council#gives authority#UK ambassador#vetoed his own proposal#because other countries#indicated they opposed it#we'll never get the authorisation
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do you think you love me more now ur far astray?
#distance#actually avoidant#spirited away#nostalgia#miss u <3#across the world#emigrants#runaway#art history#digital art#sketches#swirl life#corecore#thesoulshadow#sotce inspired#soothe#my words#yearning.#of fate#togetherness#forever#earth world#near closeness#intimacy#confession
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Thank you for being my biggest inspiration!
Aww - you do know who I am!
Wow, thank you for the heartwarming message!!
(and your kind words yesterday)
Here is a flower for you. Harry hand over the flower.
You are the real talent here. Your art is marking their moments in time. That is to be admired. I am one of the admirers. You share your wonderful pieces of art with all of us. For that I thank you.
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Across The World C1 - The Beginning
Summary:
The gods of this world are ancient, most of them forgotten, or nearly so. Nomen has been taught not to make deals with any old gods, should they be unlucky enough to come across one. However, when their little brother Maribus stumbles into mortal peril, they find they have no real choice but to accept the trials of one such god in order to save him.
This is an original story written by yours truly! I started writing this back at the very start of 2021 when I had a particularly wild and extremely vivid dream. This story is heavily based on said dream! This dream is also why I strongly distrust bunny mascots / anthro rabbits lmao but anyhoo, I think i've improved as a writer since this so the quality may or may not be quite on par with my other stories. I also had some help from my cool aunt Kerry with editing this, so if there's anything amiss here we can totally blame her lmao
That all being said, I do still like this story, and I hope you will too!! Enjoy <3
Things To Know:
major character death (its okay though, they live lol)
blood and violence
happy ending
protag (Noman) is nonbinary and referred to with they / them pronouns
first person POV
8 chapters in total, about 13,000 words in total. So roughly 1600 words a chapter. Lil bite sized chappys!
No swear words used, somehow
(lmk if i should add anything, i can't think of anything else)
Ao3 link here
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
C1 - The Beginning
Perched precariously at the end of the world, my home was a very cold place to those who don't live there. It featured a steep staircase that spiraled down beside the face of a jagged cliff to an endless expanse of ice. To me any my neighbors, it was warm, made so by the people who lived there. We were always celebrating or giving a lending hand when needed. We learned long ago the need to keep each other warm.
My brother was like our home; cold on the outside, but kind within. Maribus was achingly shy, never speaking unless spoken to and always keeping a wide distance from the people around him. But beneath his cold exterior was an eager mind and a gentle heart, especially with our mother, who had a way of melting his anxieties.
Today was no exception as we happily sat with her at the front of the crowd, watching the parade. It was a celebration, of course. Every sturdy storefront had been painted a rainbow of colors. Flags and streamers fluttered everywhere and marvelous floats moved through the streets while performers ran into the crowds with bags of candy and small toys for everyone to share. Everyone was bundled up in colorful scarves and blankets, sipping big mugs of hot cocoa to keep warm.
A flock of well-trained birds swooped into the crowd, their feathers a deep dazzling blue. My brother grabbed my arm, pointing excitedly at the birds. "Look Nomen! Those are dirodopafowel! They're very rare. Aren't they cool??"
They were certainly very cool looking, even if I'd immediately forgotten their name. I snapped a picture with my camera just as Maribus leaned into the frame, making a silly face. I laughed and moved to show my brother the picture, but his attention was already elsewhere because at that moment, the star of the parade was making his way down the street on a float shaped like pillars of ice. It glittered in the setting sun, constellation patterns etched in lights along the sides.
“It’s him!! I can’t believe it’s really him!!” Maribus yelled excitedly.
“Easy, love,” Our mother smiled and patted his shoulder.
I studied the man. He was the reason for this whole parade. I'd been told he had crafted a suit that allowed him to survive on the ice. He was here to explore the unknown, to chart past the edge of the world. As the float moved past us, I got a great look at what I realized was one of the most awkward men I'd ever seen in my life. This was the person that would transcend the limits of all people?
"Make sure you take his picture, okay?" Maribus commanded.
I tried to be more enthusiastic as my brother jumped up and down and waved at his hero. The man looked uncomfortable as he nodded and waved back, then stared straight ahead as though he'd rather be anywhere else.
The float stopped in front of town hall. This was the building everyone had to go through to get to the ice. The man looked relieved as he climbed off the float and greeted our mayor, a tall, confidant woman. She turned to the crowd and gave a short speech, something about history being made, but I'd already zoned out. The adventurer smiled briefly before heading inside the building to suit up. We cheered, though I wasn't sure why since we wouldn't be able to see him actually step out onto the ice.
My brother, with a huge grin and pleading eyes, turned to me and asked, "You got the picture, right??"
Ah, shoot. Like our mother always said, I'm great to trust with secrets because I can't ever remember anything anyone says to me. While others saw this forgetfulness as the bane of my existence, I liked to see it as a good thing. I had cultivated a boldness, as though my poor memory was part of the plan all along. So technically, I did forget to take a picture of the adventurer for my brother, however, I had a better idea.
"Not yet my man, because you're getting a picture with him."
And sure, while my brother looked terrified of having a human interaction, I knew in the long run he would thank me. See what I mean? A good thing after all. I grabbed his hand and we snuck behind town hall, climbing through a not-so-secret hole in the otherwise solid barrier. For a moment, we clung to the wall and each other at the dizzying sight of a white sky and a steep drop into a foggy abyss below. We took a deep, cold breath and followed the long, winding staircase. Down, down, down, away from the sky, then through the thick fog until, with a thud, our feet landed on a heated pier.
The fog was still thick as we walked the length of the pier and only thinned once we made it to the gate at the end of things. At least that's what it felt like as we stood and stared, our breath puffing into the air. We were at the end of the world. Neither of us had ever been this close to the ice that had defined our entire lives in this small town. The ice almost seemed to have its own language as it crackled and shifted, the sound of it made large and deep as it echoed unimpeded for great lengths. The expanse of ice was so large and infinite, it was like looking at a desert or an ocean. To my brain, it was impossible and beautiful. It was also cold as all f-
“Excuse me, I need to get by.”
We spun around, jumping at the voice of the very man we were waiting on. I admit, the suit was pretty impressive and complicated up close, intimidating even.
"Brother. I mean... sorry, my brother, Maribus, would like to get a picture with you. He's a big admirer of yours, would you mind? We'll be quick."
“Fine, fine, but hurry." The man spoke impatiently. "I need to be out there before it turns dark.”
I looked down at my brother, who stood speechless and unmoving. He couldn’t take his eyes off the suit. I gently pushed him toward the man. "Go on, it'll be alright."
My poor brother looked liked the chill had gotten to him. He stared at me numbly.
“He’s just shy and such a huge fan,” I explained as I focused the camera on the two of them. “He wants to explore just like you, when he gets older.”
“Is that right?” The man looked down at him, not unkindly. I capture my brother staring open-mouthed at the adventurer as he said, “Perhaps we'll meet again... on the other side.”
Then he moved passed us, pushing the gate open and climbing down the ladder, landing with a clunky jump to the crackling ice. He held up a hand in farewell, then turned and disappeared into the fog that was quickly rolling back in. It was much thicker than before, and I worried we wouldn't be able to see the steps leading us back to civilization.
I took my brother's hand. "Come on, let's get out of here before mom realizes something's up."
My brother jerked his hand away and covered his face. "Why couldn't I talk to him? What's wrong with me??"
"Aw, Mar…" I had never seen him this mortified or angry with himself. It felt like my heart was cracking the way the ice was.
“Hey.” I pulled his hands away from his face and squeezed them in mine. “Nothing is wrong with you, got that? You were just nervous. It's a really big deal meeting someone you look up to. Anyway would feel that way.”
We climbed the staircase in silence. These were the times I wished I could be as soothing as our mother. I never knew the right things to say or do to ease the coldness that could sometimes grip Maribus so tight that he closed himself off until no one could reach him.
When we got home, he ran to our shared room and slammed the door. My mother glanced over, a question in her eyes, but I shook my head. It wasn't until later that night when I was helping her with the chores that we talked.
“Your brother hardly touched his dinner. I even made his favorite soup.”
I sighed. “Well... we sort of snuck over the wall behind town hall to take a picture with the explorer on the pier.”
“WHAT?!” Mother nearly knocked over the mop bucket.
I strategically moved out of her reach. “We made it back didn't we? It’s fine. But he got tongue-tied as usual and is super embarrassed and maybe feels like he messed up his one chance to talk with his hero.”
“Never again. Do you understand me Nomen??" Mother's voice was low and hard. "Never again do you go out there. Especially not with your little brother.”
I tried for nonchalance, even though inside I was shaken by how angry she sounded. “Okay, okay, never again.”
When I finally turned in for the night, my brother was already in his bed with the covers pulled over his head. I hoped he was sleeping and not reliving his lost chance. I climbed as quietly as I could into my own bed and, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
My dreams were troubling. My brother was curled up, frozen on the ice and I couldn't reach him no matter how desperately I tried. A full moon hung over him and when I focused on it, I realized it wasn't actually a moon at all, but an eye staring back at me. I stumbled backwards when the eye spoke. “Go to the pier if you wish to save him.”
As the eye closed, my world went dark.
My own eyes flew open as I sat up in bed, panicked and sweaty. The dream felt so real, and I shivered when I noticed how quiet the house was. A sheet had tangled around my legs and I kicked at it as I stumbled from my bed, crossing the room to where my brother was sleeping. I just needed to see for myself that he was okay. With a shaky hand I drew his blanket down to find only his pillow.
My brother was gone.
#istg if tumblr eats the readmore i will cry. i know for a fact its there i see it with me eyeballs rn#if you see this and theres no readmore please inform me i swear im not being annoying on purpose#original story#eyndr tells a story#across the world#fictional death#fictional violence
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Hi there! I've started reading your SaL verse and i just had a quick question about one of your characters. On the assumption that if the grim reaper were to exist as the anthropomorphic representation of death, and thus couldn't actually be affected by any powers or weapons, etc. Would the nain rogue be afraid of the grim reaper?
Hi hi,
Honestly I don't really think so? I don't really imagine that the Grim Reaper exists in that universe anyway, but even if they did, they'd just be one more fae that feeds on death, and there's plenty of those (even Gwyn is supposed to). (There's hundreds of beings the world over that represent death in its anthropomorphic state, and just like the Tooth Fairy meets her mouse counterpart in the movie, there's a lot of different beings all handling the same things in different parts of the world).
The Nain Rouge though, doesn't particularly fear death, and because of what she actually is deep down, she can't be killed by conventional means. As she says, she's older than whole mountain ranges, and we have no indication that her 'human form' is what she really looks like. Can death kill a shadow? Or does death live in the shadows? I think the Nain Rouge would be far more likely to call the Grim Reaper a younger brother, rather affectionately, than anything else. :D
#asks and answers#the nain rouge#SALverse#shadows and light#i also just think the nain rouge doesn't fear death like most#she's just too old#and honestly i think she's lived through it before#but yeah i don't imagine there'd be a singular 'grim reaper'#there's so many fae beings or fantasy or folklore beings#that each represent death#across the world#so there'd be hundreds of them
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From the perspective of someone with a good understanding of sustainability and how agriculture works, some of the things people claim as “eco friendly” are so insane
#I’m nearly every case the most eco friendly option is looking as local as you can#eating vegan isn’t inherently better#I live in the upper Midwest okay#eating locally grown beef is far more sustainable than depending on fruits and vegetables and grains that have to be important from halfway#across the world#and I don’t know why it’s so hard for people to understand that#additionally those water charts are neat and all#but irrigating strawberries for months is different than letting a cow drink out of a stream or even giving it water from a hose#a local cow for me is getting filtered river water from an environment that can handle that water being used for something other than nature#anyways. many thoughts about performative and uninformed sustainability that people follow blindly
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So… the US is going to shit… where’s the best country to live? Seriously thinking of moving.
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Thought Leader, Global Icon & Visionary for Women, Businesswoman, Philanthropist Author, Humanitarian, Spiritual Seeker and Compelling Speaker, Dr. Harbeen Arora Rai manifests multifaceted leadership with strength & simplicity. The eminent G100, these empowering ecosystems are among the largest global communities of women entrepreneurs and leaders, organising and on- boarding women worldwide on various platforms for maximum inclusion, inspiration, innovation and impact.
#about us#across the world#Dr. harbeen arora#female leader ship#female leaders#G100#Bioayurveda#sheconomy
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a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn't use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like "...but just this once you can have it for free, don't tell my boss though" he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying "yes..... yes!!!!!" like the sickos comic
#slightly dotty child or world's most precocious scam artist? you decide.#i asked where his parents were and apparently they were queuing for a table at the restaurant across the street#he even pointed them out to me#so don't worry this was not an unsupervised bébé#be shh now#containment breach
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mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
#there are parallels even in the creature’s journey to geneva to find frankenstein and matilda’s fantasies of a pilgrimage across the world#in search of her father#searching for eden finding yourself in hell#the fall into monsterous womanhood#and so on
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Making jokes about Noir being colorblind/not understanding colors is how we cope with how unbelievably powerful his brain is
#spiderman noir#spider noir#Spiderverse#Spiderverse 2#into the spider verse#itsv#across the spiderverse#atsv#Spiderverse fanart#itsv fanart#atsv fanart#art#my art#hes colorblind the same way we would be colorblind if we went to his world and couldnt tell what color the stoplights were#my comics
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Amazing Part 2 Ep. of New Age Coming
Part 2 of Know Thyself “Becoming Superhuman” 😯
The spiritual battle for humanity? What will this video reveal?
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that smoking in public poll got me thinking. you don't get to waffle about being neutral with these options you gotta choose
i personally like the smell of weed but dislike the smell of cigarette/tobacco smoke, but combing through the notes on that poll indicates that this opinion may be unpopular! idk!
#speak friend and enter#ok to rb#so many people complaining about smelling weed outside....what has this world come to (it's gentrification and liberal pearl-clutching)#but would you complain about gentle birdsong? a distant thunderhead's lazy rambling across the windswept plain?#ofc im not saying like. people with asthma or what-have-you are bad for not liking smoke in their lungs but you know what i mean
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Blitzle getting obliterated by a flying type is peak comedy to me, sorry guys.
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#inspired by that one time I stumbled across the worlds buffest pidove in b2#idk what they were feeding the pidoves but that one pulled two succesfull detects and then a roost#the sheer rage i felt… anyways i caught her and her name’s pigeon. i love pigeon very much.#myart#submas#fanart#pokemon ingo#pokemon#sketchbook#subway boss ingo#submas comic#art#pokemon emmet#pokemon elesa#pidove#nimbasa trio#tynamo#blitzle#litwick#tynamo’s suggesting eating a car battery#(dont eat car batteries kids)
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People seem to think this is fake because it's written in English. Apart from the racism in believing that Arab doctors and nurses aren't fluent in English (a second or official language for half of Asia), Palestinians have deliberately been addressing their audience in English on every social media, from journalists to children, because they know speaking English to Westerners immediately makes people more human in their eyes. Because language is one of the ways the imperial cultural hegemony conditions us (yes, everyone in the world) to see who qualifies as "people" and who are simply a mass of bodies who were always made to suffer and die. Gazans know this deeply, which is why they have been using English to beg and plead through social media, "We're not numbers! We're not numbers! We're people like you, we speak your language, we deserve to live!" all the while they're systematically slaughtered.
Israeli forces also encircled Al Shifa Hospital yesterday and bombed it for several hours while shooting dead anyone trying to flee including medical staff moving between buildings. Not sure whether it's still continuing because WHO lost all communications with its staff there a few hours after. The last new report said that thirty-nine babies had been removed from the incubators before the power went out. It's extremely unlikely they will survive.
Please understand that these atrocities depend on the war of attrition between governments and public attention. The momentum of public outcry is difficult to sustain through repeated stonewalling and bureaucratic intractability. When we're flooded with these reports and a sense of futility and despair replaces the anger, it allows compassion fatigue to set in and the violence to become normalized. Massacring hospitals, killing sick children and openly targeting humanitarian aid workers (Netanyahu just declared the UNRWA is in league with Hamas) will become simply more news articles that fade into the background, and open genocides will soon become part of the "lesser evil".
Take care of yourselves how you can, take distance where needed, but please never tune out and give up on the two million people for whom we are the only witness and hope. Never stop boosting and sharing the news and posts you find, never stop getting out there and joining every protest you can, however small. Anger burns out, which is why activism must depend on an immovable sense of justice and uncompromising value for human life. It's not just about Gaza, it's about the kind of evil our generation will be coerced into accepting as unchangeable and inevitable hereafter.
#but also like it's a lot about us and especially you in the West#every bomb dropped on Gaza brings us closer to the brink of‚ if not a world war‚ an eruption of regional conflict#with devastating economic and environmental effects across the world#I'm tired of repeating this and my followers are prob tired of seeing it#but someone has to#war of attrition like I said#free Palestine#tw child murder#tw child death#tw baby killing#tw ableism#disability justice#war crimes#gaza genocide#save gaza#gaza under attack#palestinian genocide#israel is a terrorist state#knee of huss
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spider society meeting more like gay brunch
#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#pavitr prabhakar#hobie brown#gwen stacy#chaipunk#bestfriends who kiss each other 🥰#their relationship means the world to me. also pav my angel my beloved#saw the movie twice this week already but i cant wait to go again with my sisters#my art
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