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secretwhumplair · 3 months

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Arrival

1,186 words | Mirai and the serpent king (sequel to Apprehension)

Content | Slavery, fear, dehumanisation, implied future noncon

Notes | Mirai arrives at the serpent king's palace, and prepares to meet his potential new master!

Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator

The palace appeared out of the greenery, all lattices and domes and carved decor, all rather too beautiful to belong to a dumb beast. Maybe the king would care about the singing, after all; Mirai felt a sting of fear and humiliation both at the thought. Soon they passed through an elegant archway, under the watchful eyes of more guards, and after that, the road was paved with slabs of some smoothly dark grey stone, grooves carved into it in elaborate patterns.

The outer parts of the palace were quite open, one arch next to another looking into rooms and corridors alike. They were brought into one such airy room, where a snake man behind a desk took note of their precence on a large scroll, looking like they were the most exciting thing to happen today, sent off what appeared to be a messenger into the deeper parts of the palace, and instructed them to wait.

There was a marble bench at the inner side of the room, opposite the windows, and the slavers took their seat. Mirai didn’t need instruction to kneel on the floor instead. The grooves still present here dug into his knees.

The slaver holding him yanked on his chain hard enough to momentarily steal his breath. »Over here, we’ve got to do something about your hair.«

Mirai obediently turned to present the back of his head, blinking back the tears from the shock of the pull; he would never be able to handle that. Immediately, he had to wonder whether the serpent king enjoyed this sort of thing. Many snakes liked to strangle their prey, didn’t they?

He bit his cheek trying to push the thought out of his head. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t change a thing about what was to come.

He always did his best to maintain his hair himself, limited as he was to his bare hands, because he knew the slavers wouldn’t be gentle when it came to doing him up for the market. He squeezed his mouth shut against the comb ripping at what tangles he hadn’t been able to get rid of, and tried to let the slaver’s swearing at him about what a nuisance he and his hair was, as if he chose to keep it as long as it was, pass over him.

It took too long for the slavers not to get bored. One of the others leaned in. »You know, they say no one leaves the snake king’s harem. ‘Cause he eats the slaves he grows tired of.«

He was kneeling on the floor that had by now become outright painful, terrified over his future whichever way it might play out, and that was what finally pushed the tears into spilling over. He heard the slavers snicker as he hugged himself, trying to get a hold on himself.

One of them slapped the back of his head. »Get a grip. The king won’t want you all puffy.«

»Get out of that,« the one doing him up said, ignoring their companion.

Mirai pulled his tunic off; if ever he had been able to afford shame, it was long gone by now, and his only worry was what his naked form might entice any observers to do to him.

»And clean yourself up while you’re at it.«

He wiped the dirt off his bare feet, knowing full well he’d have to put this same tunic back on if he failed to sell. He rubbed what travelling grime he could off himself; it was a far cry from being truly clean, but it was all he could do now. The slaver grabbed him by the back of his neck and rubbed rose water behind his ears and under his jaw.

Then he was tossed his nice, clean, white market tunic. It was shorter than the travelling one, barely reaching his mid-thigh. At least the air was warm; the slavers had already shed their overgarments in the humid heat, although they weren’t quite as exposed as he, and complained to one another, quietly, clearly still unwilling to offend the guards or even the secretary.

»And don’t say a word, you hear me?«

Mirai nodded, eyes cast down. It went without saying, really, even though most potential buyers ended up insisting on hearing his voice before buying anyway—or rather, not buying, usually.

Then they waited.

The slavers, grumpily, dug into their travelling rations when midday was gone long enough to expunge any hope they would be offered refreshments. Mirai got nothing: it wasn’t like he would lose weight quickly enough now to influence the sale. After walking all morning, he was aching for even a a little snack, but he had to be grateful to be offered water alone.

Despite his discomfort, he was grateful for every moment he didn’t have to face the reality of being offered up to the serpent king; and he was so exhausted he dozed off where he knelt despite his fear. Not enough to fully lose track of his surroundings, of course, that was not a luxury he could allow himself, but enough to quiet the ache in his knees and heart.

He started fully awake when one of a pair of guards approached them, ordering the group to follow them. It must have been hours, and he felt like his knees would burst when he got up. The floor had pressed vivid pink patterns into his skin, but it couldn’t be helped now.

His heartrate picked up as they moved through wide corridors, decorated with elaborately woven tapestries. This was it. He was going to be sold to the serpent king, a monster by all accounts, or rejected and punished, but now, between the guard’s slithering bodies so very capable of crushing him, one fear was far more real than the other. They were so big, and just imagining their king’s proportions made it hard to hold back tears.

Maybe, as a member of the harem, at least only the king would have access to him, and the existence of a harem meant he wouldn't have to satisfy him alone. But then, maybe he liked to share? Maybe he liked to reward loyal guards, like the ones that eyed him curiously as they passed through the corridors?

His head was spinning with terror and what straws of hope he could cling to when they entered the throne room.

It was big in every direction, slender columns carrying a high, domed ceiling inlaid with geometrical patterns. Across from the large double doors was a dais a few steps high, with a oval-shaped cushioned seat, its curved back intricately carved, upon which the serpent king lounged. The scales covering the loops of his body were of a deep earthy brown, and he wore nothing but golden jewellery hanging over his chest and looping around his arms, and, of course, a crown.

The look of his golden eyes felt like it would pierce right through Mirai, and he had to force his knees not to buckle in terror as they were walked up to the center of the room.

#whump #whump writing #slavery whump #my writing #mirai and the serpent king #mirai #I mean of course you know it's his new master no potential about it with a title like that lol. but he doesn't!

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nebbynebbu · 1 year

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Shout-out to Toast, she named the humans and helped me by revising the writing!

If you like the story you can thank Lucky, Toast, Dio, Mystic and Lizard for hyping me into making it, kdjqwd.

All of the humans are in their mid 20s.

Overcast

CW: Fearplay, fear of being digested, implied digestion by the pred (doesn’t happen), brief description of blood, hard vore, cruel pred, unwilling prey.

A peaceful night fell into the town. Empty streets, the lack of sound…a perfect Saturday for the young Charlie to relax in their home.

That is, if their friends allowed it.

“Thank God those two were joking, I could not imagine b-” Interrupted by a knock at the door, Charlie left the couch and went to open it, only to be met with the two idiots in question.

“CHARLIE!” shouted both Dave and Mikey with genuine excitement, while simultaneously grabbing their friend out of the house and embracing them into a hug.

“No, you two are not getting me into any shenanigans tonight because of that rumor.” Charlie stood their ground, as if that would work.

Mikey decided to speak. The messy, dark hair and the hanging eyelids hinted that he wasn't fully awake–however, the enthusiasm said otherwise. “Come onnn… it will be fun though! Dave even found the doorknob! We wouldn't come get you if it wasn't real,” he said, doing jazz hands to emphasize the magical feeling of the object with a gleam in his copper eyes.

Charlie looked at Dave with a raised eyebrow. The pale man replied with a simple nod. Despite being the smallest, Dave was built and had quite the muscular figure. “I can't go against Mikey, just look at him! How can you say no to his face?” Dave gave them the doorknob and picked up a backpack from the ground that contained some snacks and three flashlights.

You know. All they need.

Charlie rolled their eyes with a sigh, accepting defeat. “Fine, fine, let's get this over with. If I recall correctly, we need to position it in the air and gesture as if we were opening an invisible door...”

As Charlie made the motion, a wooden door appeared almost instantly. Opening by itself, it pulled the trio of humans inside, closing once they went through and vanishing without a trace.

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There was a small door in the wall, slightly above a cabinet. It gave a faint glow and spat the humans on the ground, but they couldn't identify where they were.

Holding a flashlight in his hands, Mikey turned it on and pointed around, but even with the lighting, he couldn’t make anything out in this place. “That’s one weird road. It doesn’t seem to end, and it’s made of... marble?” The last statement made it curiouser and curiouser for them.

“A doorknob as a key, a never-ending path, this pitch black darkness! What’s with this pla-” Dave shouted, but stopped himself as he noticed Mikey looking up. Mikey wasn’t moving. “Are we… being watched?”

Suddenly, a burst of light took over the place. Could it be the sun? No, it was…

…a lightbulb.

The mysterious place was like the kitchen of a regular house. Its size was crushing in comparison to the humans, who were not much taller than a nearby salt shaker. It had a maroon touch to match its wooden floor and table. The black marble cabinet served as the "road" for the humans' arrival.

Who lived here? Mikey was confused. Then, the sight of their spectator had his body refusing to make a sound, frozen firmly in place.

His spiked fur had earthly tones that faded into grey. Hair covered his eyes, leaving an unnerving grin as their only guide to the creature's emotions. His strong physique was accompanied by scars that covered his entire body. Some resembled shooting stars–how curious.

He was a wolf. Something about the scars cutting through the wolf's fur reminded Charlie of a forest in the winter after a massacre–something soft and grey cut through by something harsh and bloody.

“Um, a trio…?” the wolf spoke, the voice coming out in a low growl. “This night just got interesting.” Their eyes were locked with the humans, but the wolf didn't move an inch. He only stood there, patiently waiting for their reaction.

“We…we need to go, now.” The trembling voice belonged to Charlie. They grabbed both of their friends' hands, going back and forth and looking in every direction in hopes of seeing the door. All three of them were shaking now.

Charlie had hoped for a moment to breathe, but the wolf was already in front of them.

“Going so soon? It isn't polite for visitors to come in without asking. Since I'm in a good mood, I suppose an exception can be made for you little morsels.”

The deep, guttural aspect didn't make any of them feel secure. If anything, it was worse.

The wolf grasped all three of the humans in one of his hands unceremoniously. He picked up a plate with the other and placed it on the table, dropping the humans on top of it. He sat in the chair and used his arms to rest his chin. “How about a game? No one can refuse a good game.”

“Charlie… I don't think we should trust our host so blindly. If you didn't notice yet by his size and how he acts, we will get crushed,” Dave whispered, shoving his hands into his jacket in an attempt to stop the shaking.

“I-I know, but we don't have a choice here. The door is gone and so is the ‘key’ we had,” Charlie replied. They knew the Wolf wouldn’t make the “game” fair–but what choice did they have?

“What kind of game…?” Mikey asked innocently, with a certain curiosity in his tone. His eyes refused to look at the wolf.

“Oh, it's something simple, no need for those ones overflowing with rules. Each of you have five minutes to decide who is the first, second and last one to…” The Wolf gave a chuckle, the grin revealing some of his teeth. “...become my meal, of course. But I'm feeling kind-hearted tonight, so you may choose the order, my little morsels~” He took an hourglass from his pocket and flipped it upside-down, the falling sand announcing the start of the “game.”

“We, we, we- we can find a way around this! It's a game, he's just playing with us!” Mikey said. His friends could almost hear a quiet "…right?" coming out at the end of the sentence. His body was shaking.

“Mikey, everything is going to be just fine, ok? I’ll think of a plan with Charlie…” Dave knew they didn't have a chance, but he would grasp at the tiniest glimpse of hope he could find. “...I’ll give myself first, indulge him enough for you two to hide, find a solution, anything, okay? I know I can hold him off for a while, but I need you to promise that you’ll take Mikey and think of something.” Dave affirmed.

The arguing took a while, but due to the little time they had it seemed like hours had passed and so they stopped, except... Mikey was quiet.

The sight made them freeze in terror.

Mikey’s arm was halfway in the wolf’s maw. He was breathing heavily, desperately looking for something to hold onto. He grasped the pearly whites which would soon seal his fate…which was a mistake.

“Stop…stop-” The sound came from Charlie. They raised a hand in the wolf’s direction, trying to reach their friend's hand, until…a crimson fluid fell on Dave's shoulder, descending from the wolf’s jaws. Their eyes followed the trail till they met the source–an arm with light brown skin that stopped moving.

Charlie briefly saw the hourglass. It was hazy, but they quickly saw the state of the sand–empty. The humans had forgotten about the time.

Dave fell onto the ground, his face covered in what remained of his friend. Something stirred within him, ancient as time itself, stronger than joy, far deeper than anger…fear.

A cacophony swelled in his head. Glk. Dave couldn't focus on anything but the sound as the wolf swallowed. Glrk.

Mikey was gone. Only the two humans remained.

“However, as much as I adore this taste, it wasn't worth the mess for such a delicacy. Besides, what value does a dull morsel hold? What a shame.” He licked the deep red that stained his fur–after all, he had manners–but soon he turned to the trembling forms on his plate. “The strongest one is the easiest to break, how peculiar~” He was grinning.

Dave looked up. His empty eyes gave up as tears rose to the surface". “I-I was going first–you should have taken me, that wasn't the plan, can’t you take me instead?! T-that's, that's–THAT'S NOT HOW IT WAS-”

The words barely came out of his lips before he was interrupted by the wolf, who leaned closer to the plate. “Tsk, tsk. Oh, my dear visitors, five minutes each. If I were to make an exception, I would simply take it as an invitation to play with the rules. Perhaps I could eat you sooner?” The wolf flipped the hourglass once again and gave them a grin, the same one they had been met with earlier.

“NO-N-no…we will play, he only needs time. Dave…”

Dave was silent.

“…Dave. D-”

When he finally spoke, Charlie saw that Dave’s rainy, soulless eyes were still facing the wolf. “W-we are already going to suffocate in your stomach! Mikey got hurt! ...monster...you’re a monster.” As soon as he finished, almost immediately, a hand grabbed him. It was different from when he had Mikey in his grasp–it clenched him, hard.

The wolf gave another chuckle, accompanied by a sarcastic tone. “Your little friend got so desperate for things to be over that he got a simple bruise. I didn’t do anything~” His grip got tighter. “My food might not show its fear, but the smell is so intoxicating, the heartbeat gets louder...and since you look so brave now, tell me, little morsel, are monsters born…or made?”

He grabbed Charlie and left the table, making his way to the couch. He laid down, putting Charling on top of his stomach and resuming the play with Dave. Charlie was quiet. All they could do was watch–they felt powerless over the wolf, hugging their legs and waiting for all of this to end.

The wolf picked Dave up by the collar of his shirt and parted his lips, dangling the frightened human over his longing maw. He dropped him, only to close his teeth with a snap.

Dave sighed. His body was shaking but he felt...relieved.

Dave didn’t fight or thrash around as one would expect. His eyes were closed, trying to think of it like a bad dream. Soon, he would wake up safe and sound in his home. Just as he grabbed this glimpse of hope, the wolf pinned him on the hard palate with his tongue, slowly drifting his meal to its end.

The corridor of the wolf’s throat moved on its own, almost as if it was another being. With a single, deep gulp, Dave was hugged by the pulsing walls, choking on the feeling of serving as food for another being. He passed out.

“Not much of a fighter, huh. Not that a broken toy has a purpose, anyway.”

One human remained.

Grrgle. The wolf turned his vision to Charlie, who flinched upon hearing the wolf’s stomach.

A river flowed from Charlie’s eyes. They tried to wipe it away, but it didn’t stop. It finally hit them.

They’re gone.

“C-can you... promise it won’t hurt? That they didn’t suffer?”

The wolf slowly turned his head to face the human. They could feel him exhaling a heavy, humid air. The feeling of the unknown made Charlie uneasy. They were shaking.

Erov gave them a toothy grin. “Boo~”

…all of the humans were gone.

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A peaceful night fell into the town. Empty streets, the lack of sound…a perfect Saturday, except...that already happened. Charlie woke up in their home–they fell asleep on the couch. It was late. “Just a bad dream...thank-”

They couldn’t help but notice their friends sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Mikey had a scar in his arm. “Did he always have that scar...?” Charlie mumbled. Mikey did fall sometimes, but never to the point of getting hurt.

Charlie thought about it for a while, but as soon as they looked at the bedside table, they found a doorknob on top of a letter. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t a dream.

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A huge wolf rested on his bed, the cold weather of a cloudy day presenting him with a small light indicating the dawn. His chest expanded and contracted as he breathed, a rhythm almost therapeutic with the tranquility of the environment. He was in a protective pose, as if one of his arms served as a shield for the tiny being sleeping in his presence–much smaller than the wolf, but who found comfort in the overwhelming figure.

He woke up, slightly breaking his position in hopes of not waking the little being as he rose from his bed. He pulled his hair back, holding it in a bun. The wolf opened his eyes–black as the night itself, with a blueish-silver glow to their irises. He was awake.

Despite his serious expression, his countenance was calm. Erov had lost the playfulness he displayed when messing with his food. He looked at the fragile form sleeping on his bed again–it was shaking.

He sighed and laid down again, putting his head closer to the form. “Shhh…I’m here…” He was worried, but the form turned in their sleep and hugged the wolf’s snout. “Rrrrrr…” Erov gave a low growl–though it felt almost like a purr. He had things to do this morning, but he could wait. They needed him–they were someone important who cared about him.

In that moment, just for a second, the world stopped and felt warm.

#THANK YOU TOAST THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-#I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA I'M SO HAPPY!#Erov is a sweet-heart! I promise!#vore writing #vore story #vore stories #hard vore #implied digestion #G/t vore #sfw vore #Nebby writes stuff

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maddyb-rapps · 1 month

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Three

The farmers son

master list

Ivy

“Ivy honey, you can’t tell anyone.” Lori pleads as she stared at me with wide panicked eyes.

“Why would I tell anyone, it’s not any of my business….do you know what you’re going to do.” The stay at the farm is suppose to be short termed. A baby on the road……. Let’s just say as much as I appreciate what this group has done for me I won’t be sticking around with a living dinner bell.

“I-I don’t know.” I can tell how conflicted she is just by the look on her face.

“Guys—“ Glenn finally speaks up. As we look towards him we realize he’s signaling Rick’s arrival.

“Hey, honey.” He kisses Lori on the cheek and she gives a tight lipped smile in return.

When Rick is about to speak Lori suddenly turns to me. “Ivy, didn’t you need something.”

“Oh yeah….um so I w-was wondering if um I could have like a sleepover- if you can call it that- with Beth- but um I didn’t know if I had to ask and if so w-who because you know—“ I ramble on before I’m cut off.

“Thanks for check first it’s responsible of you. I don’t think there’s any problem with that- as long as it’s fine with Hershel.” Lori says with a smile as she leans into her husband’s side but I can see that look behind her eyes. The look that really pisses me off. The same look of pity.

“Yeah ok so I’m just- I’m just gonna go now.” I then practically speed walk back to the house.

Beth was practically bouncing off the walls when I told her they were fine with our “sleepover”. Jax was a little less excited when he found out most of our night was going to consist of binge watching Grey’s Anatomy.

“I mean it’s not awful a guess- but is this all we’re going to do.” He says forcing a pained face.

“Well that’s what we are gonna do and if don’t like it you can walk your happy butt out of my room.” Beth snaps yanking her pillow from under his head.

“No, no I’m good. Just thought we’d do something- i don’t more.”

“Out.” She doesn’t even look at him as she points to her door.

“Bro chill.” He yanks the pillow back before plopping back to his spot beside me.

I open my eyes to a menu screen playing on Beth’s tv. We watched about six episodes before Beth fell asleep and two more before I fell asleep. Jaxson, for someone who didn’t want to watch the show, was glued to the tv when I finally closed my eyes.

They’re both asleep beside me. Beth was curled up to the right and Jax was sprawled out to my left. I won’t be able to get off the bed without waking him up. And I really, really have to pee.

As a begin to climb over him he, as I thought, rose up startled bang his head against mine.

“Ow.” I groan out holding my head in my hands.

“I’m so- so sorry.” He whispers in panic grabbing my hands to pull them away from my face so he could see.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.”I whisper back

“What were you doing anyway.”

“You sleep like a crazy person and I really have to pee.”

“Oh.” He lets out a laugh.

“Yeah, oh.” I laugh with him.

“Come with me, I’m going to get snack.” He gets off the bed pulling me up with the hands he never let go of.

“Sure, but I have to pee first, like seriously.”

He turns his head to the side. “You always talk about pee this much.”

“Shut up.” I laugh as I close the bathroom in his face.

After I was done I open the door to Jax still in the same spot. “So……what kinda snacks you got.”

“Uh-“ he thinks for a moment, “I think there’s some chips in the kitchen. I’ll go get them. Go in my room so we don’t wake anyone up.”

I walk into his room and it what you would expect. There’s a full bed in the corner, a dresser right in front of the bed, posters of marvel movies, and a few other random things a teenage boy would have. I take it upon myself to sit on his bed.

He walks back in with a bag of chips and some Oreos. “I found the good stuff.” He says with a goofy grin.

I gasp, “Hurry and get your ass over here.” Once he gets close to his bed I snag the chips and rip them open.

“Hey! Save some for me. Um do you wanna watch something I have some dvds too.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sure, what do ya got.”

His face lights up as he rushes to his tv. “Lots of Marvel, DC, some comedy-“

I cut him off with an excited gasp. “IS THAT GROWN UPS.”

“Yeah.” He laughs

“We have to watch it, please.” I beg.

“Yeah what ever you want.” He gives that same goofy grin as he turns on the movie and flopping beside me. Like really close beside me.

No one’s pov

The two teens were unaware that the boys father had been up to stressed about the new people on his farm had heard them laughing and talking most the night. Once he heard silence he went and cracked open the door to see a fragile blonde girl asleep with her head resting on his son’s shoulder. He sighed before closing the door and turning in for the night.

A/N

I hate school. I hate math. I hate Spanish. I want to be a stay at home mom with little brats.

,Maddy <

#the walking dead #rick grimes #twd the ones who live #twd oc #oc x oc #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 8 months

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Hey hi hello, Charlotte!!

I’ve been on a bit of a Noah Kahan kick lately so I was wondering if I could make another request to feed into it!! Could you possibly do Gentileschi for the album Stick Season (We’ll All Be Here Forever)? Very much looking forward to whatever you come up with!! 🫶🏻☺️

(Also here is me adding that I’m sending you my love and support always and that I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself, dear. Mwah mwah mwah, all of the warmest hugs to you 💛)

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my dearest loveliest Meda!!

thank you so much for this fantastic request and for your super sweet message!! 🥰🥰 oh and also a huge thank you for your super kind tags on my joan/boygenius post - I loved reading them! ☺️☺️

my sibling introduced me to Noah Kahan and omg I am obsessed so I'm totally with you on this and I'm super excited to pick out some paintings for it! also do you have a favorite song from the album?? mine's "call your mom" but we don't need to unpack that rn 😅😅

sending you my love and support right back! I hope the school year's off to a good start for you since it sounded like you've got some classes that you're excited about - that always helps 💕💕

for your request, that album is deeply associated with autumn for me (also I know it's your favorite season 🥰) so all the paintings I chose are very autumnal. in general, there's this kind of beautiful sadness on the album that I visualize as wide grey skies and empty landscapes that you watch out the car window as you drive through the mountains when everything is dying. there's beauty but there's also loneliness and sadness, but the kind you almost enjoy - the kind you sit in for a while. idk if that makes any sense at all, but that's the general vibe I tried to go for when I picked out these pieces. also, in my descriptions of each image, I added a little commentary on what song/lyric it reminds me of ☺️

these are the paintings I would choose for the album Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) by Noah Kahan (with images and more info under the cut!)

Avenue of Poplars in Autumn by Vincent Van Gogh

Autumn, Varberg by Nils Kreuger

Autumn Landscape by Charles Ethan Porter

Autumn in the Catskills by Jervis McEntee

The Times of Day: The Morning by Caspar David Friedrich

The Trout Pool by Worthington Whittredge

Avenue of Poplars in Autumn by Vincent Van Gogh (1884)

"passed alger brook road / I'm over the bridge / a minute from home / but I feel so far from it"

this piece for me especially captures that kind of loneliness that I tend to feel in late autumn that Stick Season captures so beautifully. I absolutely adore fall, but by late autumn there always comes a time where I feel like I'm floating. the leaves have all fallen but it hasn't yet snowed. the sky is always grey and the air is cold enough to nip, but not yet strong enough to bite. there's this sense of both mourning something lost and anticipating something to come. idk if this makes any sense at all but that's what this piece brings to mind for me. of course, I loved that this figure is crossing a bridge - perfect for the "over the bridge" line - but I feel like this painting also captures the feeling of being a minute from home, but feeling so far away. we can see a house in the background of the piece, but it appears flat and distant, with the vertical lines of the trees seeming to push it back even further from both the figure and the viewer. also the light in this work is such a quintessentially autumn light that I can just feel it. like, I know exactly what it would feel like if I were to step into that scene. again, idk if that makes sense, but those are my unhinged ramblings on this piece lol 😅

Autumn, Varberg by Nils Kreuger (1888)

"forgive my northern attitude / I was raised out in the cold"

I like this one because it has the same atmosphere of the We'll All Be Here Forever edition cover. there's a dusting of snow and frost, but not enough to make it feel like a "winter wonderland." we still see all the drab, damp browns of the foliage beneath, kind of breaking that stereotypical image of the "ideal" winter scene. I guess I feel like the album kind of does that too - demystifies certain things and experiences. also, this is exactly the kind of image I picture when listening to "Northern Attitude," which I why I chose these lyrics for it. as someone who was raised and has lived in a more northern climate for most of my life, I find this song super relatable, and the scene depicted in this painting is totally something I could see while out taking my dog for a walk in November

Autumn Landscape by Charles Ethan Porter (ca. 1890-1891)

"I saw the end / it looked just like the middle"

this one I picked for the vastness of the spaces. that sweeping light grey sky and the field fading off into the distance are exactly the kinds of scenes that this album brings to mind. this is also a scene that I feel I've seen from a car window about a thousand times. I'm often traveling in late November (going to and from school for the holidays) so this image feels familiar and yet distant in the sense that I've seen it so many times, and yet never truly known it. I've seen it from a car on the highway, but never really stepped out into it. that's also why I picked this lyric for it - there's this sense of sameness and yet change that just resonates so much with both this album and just the general vibes of late autumn

Autumn in the Catskills by Jervis McEntee (1873)

"the birds will still sing / your folks will still fight / the boards will still creak / the leaves will still die"

okay I'm so sorry I feel like all of these descriptions are just me weirdly rambling about late autumn 😅. but this one I picked to be a little more on the happier side, even if Stick Season is kind of a soul-destroying (affectionate) album. I do absolutely adore autumn foliage and there is something so calming about this scene for me. additionally, I adore the song "You're Gonna Go Far" and I love the sentiment that's kind of like "I know you left but I'm so happy for you and I'll always be here for you." this is a very placid, still scene that feels like a calming breath. I paired it with these lyrics for that exact reason - they are a reassurance that everything will still be as you left it, that you can come back and sit in this autumnal forest and just rest and breathe.

The Times of Day: The Morning by Caspar David Friedrich (ca. 1821-1822)

"it's just me and the curve of the valley"

I also love "The View Between Villages" - there are so many emotions in that song, but I guess I always ultimately take away a feeling of coming home to yourself. there might be all these complications and messy feelings, but there's also a deep sense of comfort that weaves its way into your bones and pulls you back to wherever it is you need to be. so for another more positive one, I chose this image with mist rising from the water and blanketing the pines as the crest of the mountains rises behind them. it seemed perfect for this lyric, as it sort of literally depicts the curve of a valley, but to me it also feels welcoming. the sun is rising and turning the sky pale pink and yellow as you wind your way through the valley, the mist beginning to lift to show you the way back home.

The Trout Pool by Worthington Whittredge (1870)

"we'll be waiting for you, love / and we'll all be here forever"

this image gives me similar feelings as Autumn in the Catskills, and thus I paired it with lyrics from the same song. this scene just feels so warm and welcoming, with the light dappled on the soft moss and calm water. even more so than Autumn in the Catskills, this to me feels like a place I could walk right into. I can hear the leaf litter crunch beneath my feet, smell the pine on the crisp air, hear the chirping of birds and skittering of squirrels, feel the warmth in the patches of sunlight and a welcome chill in the shadows. it's a moment you want to stay in, linger with. that's why I wanted to close out with this one. this place - whether exists in real life or just in your mind - is there for you, waiting forever. autumn for me is a season that lets me step back into myself, and one of the themes I pulled from Stick Season is a sense of homecoming - whatever that means for you. the seasons will spin on and you may wander far, but this place, these memories and feelings and experiences, are here for you always. the wind picks up, rustling the branches above you. a few leaves break free from their branches, spinning lazily to the ground below. you think you hear something on the breeze - a voice, a whisper, a song: "we ain't angry at you, love / we'll be waiting for you, love / and we'll all be here forever"

I hope that wasn't too ramble-y and/or based too much on my personal experiences/interpretations 😅 I really love this album so this was such a fun request and I had a fantastic time looking for all these fun autumnal paintings!

I am wishing you the best always always always 💕💕💕💕

so much love to you, along with warm hugs and yummy cookies,

charlotte 🥰🥰

#charlotte's art gallery milestone celebration #charlotte speaks #meda 💐#vincent van gogh #van gogh #autumn #fall #autumn vibes #stick season #stick season (we’ll all be here forever)#stick season noah kahan #noah kahan #caspar david friedrich #charlotte talks art history #art #art history

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ewan-mo · 7 months

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Out to a clinic.

Sunday 24th September

We woke to a grey morning that looked as though it might turn into rain, which, sure enough, it did. I started out with a top and trousers, added a cardi, then added a rather warm fleece. At one stage I thought maybe I should have worn my tights.

Our driver appeared promptly at 8.15 am, pretty much as the rain was starting. It quickly became quite heavy, and the dirt track down to the main road took some negotiating. We were on our way to Namakwa Clinic run by Mukono Hospital, one of our mental health teams that is really flying. We then spent a wee while waiting for the team, who had an equally challenging drive to the health centre and church at Namakwa.

How to succeed at a Sunday morning mental health clinic without really trying? Look for where the people are – they are at church of course. So the clinic is held at a time when they can both come to church and keep their appointment.

The clinic with the road in the foreground.

Lamet, Emmanuel and newly qualified PCO Eseza are three clinical officers for whom I have the greatest affection and admiration. I sat in on the clinic run by Emmanuel and Eseza, while Ewan and Lamet got together over spreadsheets in the back of the vehicle.

In keeping with the teaching session we held last week, many of the patients have epilepsy. Straightforward enough if you do the minimum (check number of seizures, adjust the meds, say goodbye) but so much more interesting and useful if you get to know the patient a little better and find out about their lives. And check on the relative who has come with them, perhaps?

Many of the children who came have intellectual disability as well as seizures, and some have genetic syndromes. The teaching delivered last week by our friends from Cheshire & Wirral was spot on! One of the Namakwa children needed referral to specialist paediatrics; the relevant specialist also works at the big mental hospital. Emmanuel was confident the child would be properly assessed. I know we have long waiting lists in the NHS now, but sometimes there aren’t even the specialists available in this country.

A few of the epilepsy patients have mental illness as well. Very few neurologists here, and very limited access to investigations. In the UK we have sizeable neurology departments to look after this group of patients. Here, a significant proportion of the population have epilepsy and many have no access to treatment at all.

Emmanuel smiled broadly to see one young lady. Last time he saw her she was very excitable, talkative, irritable: now she is calm and contented. Sometimes the medicine is just the thing!

We had one new patient. You might have almost ‘recognised’ her – she was unkempt but had on a few strings of small beads and bracelets, and a dress that had clearly been almost a party frock but was now grubby and torn. She was carrying in bags what Emmanuel described as her ‘treasures’ – such an appropriate word for the things people might carry around with them. She said her father had told her to come because she was hearing voices, then later told us her parents were dead. The father she referred to turned out to be the village headman, who was, thankfully, keeping an eye on her.

Waiting to be seen.

One attractive young woman was wearing a very pretty dress, like many of the women. Not sure whether they had dressed up for church or clinic, but either would be characteristic. This lass had had an illness like schizophrenia from early on in her life. She grew into a teenage beauty and got pregnant, almost certainly unintentionally. It’s a common outcome when girls aren’t in education, and there were many such pregnancies during Covid, when no children were in school.

Our young lady told the clinic staff about the baby, then disappeared for 2 months. This was the next review: no pregnancy. We don’t know what really happened. I was so impressed today by how our clinical officers were serenely dealing not only mental illness epilepsy and paediatrics, but also assorted medical and surgical conditions, including obs and gynae.

Several of the patients told me how grateful they were for the clinic and the medicines that made their lives to be more normal including this lady and her son.

On the veranda I found this small charcoal stove with a pan on top and a bag of charcoal behind. It is a widely used fuel in towns but not very ecologically friendly.

After an intense but very interesting morning’s work, we took our colleagues out to lunch. On the whole, Ugandans really enjoy their food. It may be something to do with the lack of food security – if you are a subsistence farmer growing your family’s food and the rains fail, there is nothing to eat. Perhaps it’s not surprising that our young people packed away very substantial platefuls!

a good plateful.

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ronangallagherphi · 8 months

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that sweater.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather - heather, conan grey

Ian said he was going to be fine, he said it so often even he believed the lie.

He is not angry with anyone for what happened, because he knew it was going to come, and his brain doesn’t have the capacity to feel angry when all he can do right now is stare out a window covered in bars and listen to the droning of a television in the corner because he has to be in a hospital.

The same shows play over and over, he hears them in his sleep. He wants to say he would rather listen to something else, but no one is going to listen to him. No one notices the redhead in the corner in the faded blue sweater, tugging at loose threads and trying not to cry. Then again, he can just shut off his feelings because nothing really matters anymore. He is going to be left alone to die, and no one is going to care.

He said he was going to be fine and then he wasn’t, there was no other option except admission to the hospital. Eighteen years old, and he is on the same road as his mother. He doesn’t want to really live this way, but it isn’t as though he has much choice at the moment. He is watched all of the time, the whole point is stop things like that from happening here.

“Ian Gallagher?” his name called by a nurse, probably more pills or someone else to ask him too many fucking questions. He doesn’t speak, just looks over to the general direction of his name being called. He is waved over. He approaches apprehensively, folding his hands into the sleeves of the sweater. “You have visitors, please follow me and I will take you to see them.”

He goes, because what else is there to do? Take more lithium, listen to the same shows, be asked invasive questions about his childhood, and just stare at the wall. These are the exciting activities he is provided, but he is willing to play his hand at something new.

The fluorescent lights and the stale hospital smell. The way he just feels like he will never get out of these four walls. He despises it so much, wishing he could just disappear into nothing. The way everyone looks at him with pity. The doctors say he will be just fine if he listens and takes his meds. The nurses telling him to take these pills. All of it, the same day in and day out.

Ian just goes through the motions, following the nurse to the visiting area. The sweater is keeping him safe, just the feeling of it against his skin already makes him feel less anxious.

The room feels small, seeing the other people just talking and being normal. He is led to a table. He sees them both, and he wants to smile. He wants to be happy. Just anything but the lack of emotion which has become his default. Seeing Fiona here with Mickey feels strange, but Ian doesn’t have the words to convey the type of strange.

Ian sits, still fidgeting with the sweater and not really speaking. Fiona is talking, smiling too much and words rapidly falling from her lips. None of them register, because all Ian can see is Mickey. Those blue eyes and the way he looks guarded, and Ian wants to know what he is hiding. He wants to know what is going on, why they are here. “It’s really good to see you, Ian. Missed you,” Mickey tells him, and he feels his heart skip a beat. He actually feels something.

Fiona is still talking. But Ian and Mickey are just staring at each other, trying to say a million things at once. Thinking about the last time they were together. All of the tension and the love between them. Just the way they are drawn to each other no matter what. Ian often thinks of magnets, or like a trainwreck… it just happens and you cannot stop it. But at the same time, he can’t love someone so much the way he does Mick, and think of it as a trainwreck. It is the best and worst thing that ever happened to him, and sometimes he doesn’t know the proper way to frame it in his mind.

“I missed you, too,” Ian replies, putting his hands on the table wanting to reach out to hold Mickey’s. But he holds back, waiting. Ian doesn’t know how to keep doing this to himself, why would anyone want to love him when he is so irrevocably broken?

“Doing good?”

Ian doesn’t know what this means anymore. Has he even had good in his life? His father hates him. His mother left. His brain is fucking broken. How can good even exist when all this bad shit keeps happening? The only good in his life is the love he has for Mickey, and it did not save him. It did not save anything. It just made life more messy and complicated. Ian doesn’t even think he should be allowed to have good anymore.

“Are you doing good?” he asks instead, turning the question around. He wants to know. He wants to know if his love is enough. If just by existing, this means enough to Mickey that everything else does not really matter. He thought his life was going to go one way. Instead, he has been given so much shit to deal with, he doesn’t even understand how the universe could find anymore ways to fuck him over. But Mickey, the most beautiful person in the world, is here and this alone makes him believe in goodness just a little bit.

Mickey nods. “Yeah, I am doing good. But it will be better when you’re home, Gallagher.”

“Yeah, when I come home.” He chuckles drily, pulling at a loose string on the sweater to distract himself.

The words hang between them. All of those unsaid things just there. The fact that Mickey married a woman. Just the way Ian hated feeling like he was second best. All of it really fucked with him, but he knows he loves Mickey more than anything. He would do whatever he had to in order to keep him close. But he still worries all of this sickness, all the broken pieces of him, will be too much to deal with. Because being gay on the South Side isn’t hard enough, add in having a mental illness and Ian doesn’t understand why the fuck anyone would want to put up with that. He just wants to go back to when it was easier. Before when they were just kids in love and not two fucked up people who can’t help being in love.

“Hey, Ian,” Mickey slides his hand over, gives him a quick squeeze. “You better stop saying stupid shit before I punch you, yeah? You’re going to fucking come home to me because there ain’t another option. Got it?”

Ian grabs his hands, holding tightly. “The only option?”

Mickey just nods, because he wants it to be true. He wants to take Ian away from all of this bullshit. He wants to tell Fiona they need to bring him home. All of this fucking shit happening, and he doesn’t like dealing with the emotions. He hates it even more because he still goes home and there is no Ian. But then seeing Ian in his sweater just makes him feel strange, like this overwhelming sense of happiness. Even if it’s a little small, Ian wears it like it's the most important thing in the world. Like his Ian is still in there and will come back to him soon.

“Yeah, because that is my fucking sweater and I want it back,” he says with a smile, his eyes crinkling the corners the way Ian loves. The most beautiful blue eyes he has ever seen.

“I’ll be home soon,” Ian promises.

“You better.” Mickey holds onto Ian, keeping him here. Maybe someone still does care.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #writing #mine

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stubz · 2 years

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...family, am I right?

was in the mood to read some wholesome/interesting drabbles and one-shots of demon reader interacting with the characters and sadly found less than I was hoping for...so yeah! here's some ideas and stuff for my pleasure and maybe yours too!!

Idea #1 - The trio is called to a village and are very surprised when they find out that their job isn't to kill the demon...but to save it? Y/N, who is a demon and a beloved member of a small village becomes tired of eating nearby travellers and causing so much trouble for the village and starve themselves. Refusing to kill any more innocent people just so that they can live.

The villagers, who love Y/N very much, have no idea how to help them without feeding them human flesh. In a desperate attempt to save them, they call the demon slayer corps pretending that they are in danger only to "capture" Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, demanding that they figure out a way to save Y/N without them killing anyone.

Idea #2 - While travelling back to the Butterfly Estate, Zenitsu hears screams coming from off the road into the forest. Of course, he freaks out and of course, Tanjiro insists that they go check it out and of course, they do...of course. They follow the screams and when the screaming stops they follow the scent Tanjiro picks which smells like 5 people and one demon.

They reach the destination and instead of seeing your standard human and demon interaction; biting faces off, screams of horror and pain, fighting/running for your lives, etc. they see something...surreal. The screams are coming from the people, from the young man being held high in the air by the demon, but they aren't screams caused by pain or horror but screams caused by fear and excitement?

"Y/N I swear to god if you drop me I will put wisteria flowers all over your room!" the adolescent yelped as the demon tossed him a little over their head.

"And I swore that if you ate my food I would throw you into the sun!" they cackled, a cackle not of the malice of a killer but of an elder sibling putting their younger brother back in their place. 5 humans, all alive, and a demon are having what looks like a family picnic under a large willow tree.

Tanjiro sniffed the air and could smell the said food, it smelled homemade, something with a parent's loving touch...it reminded him of his mother's cooking and made him aware of the fact that they missed lunch.

Zenitsu heard a laugh, a soft chuckle one makes when amused and content, and turned to see what looked like the eldest sibling laughing with their partner. Both of their breathing sounded relaxed and at ease...he hopes one day he and Nezuko will be like that.

Inosuke sensed a look of caution and malice on him not from the demon but from the greying man under the tree, looking at him with the same look a mother bear gives a predator when it ventures too close to its cubs.

A family of 6 is having a picnic in the shade of a willow tree while 4 strangers look at them, 3 with shocked eyes and one with sleepy eyes because it's nap time.

Idea #3 - "...are you sure this is the right house Tanjiro? We've been waiting for over 10 minutes and still nothing." whined Zenitsu

"Well, it should be. There are wisteria flowers all over the garden, there's even a painting of one on the garden wall." the boy mused, hoping that they weren't just standing in front of some stranger's house in the middle of the night because of a mistake.

While the two thought about what they should do Inosuke came up with a much simpler solution

"HEY! ANSWER THE DOOR ALREADY!! IT'S LATE AND I'M HUNGRY!" the boar boy screamed while banging on the gate. Immediately a light turned on in the house and less than a minute later the gate bursted open revealing a very dishevelled-looking individual holding a lamp.

"...who the hell do you think you are," they snarled "to bang on my gate, at god knows what hour in the night, and demand that I let you all in and feed you...again in the middle of the night! And what is all this, you some kind of pig boy?"

Tanjiro was quietly thinking of how to apologize. Zenitsu was quietly cursing Inosuke. Inosuke was quietly plotting his attack...until he was just acting it out. An eye-twitch was the only warning his friends got before he tackled the young homeowner to the ground.

"I'M A BOAR NOT A PIG YOU USELESS SERVANT!"

the entire scuffle lasted about 5 minutes, would have been 1 minute but after pulling Inosuke off the stranger they then had to pull them off of him, something about an eye-for-an-eye. Thus having to keep the battle-crazed boar boy away from the insulted and tired homeowner, something that is a 4 person job. Lucklily for them, the homeowner's family showed up and helped restrain them...concerningly they also restrained Inosuke with very little trouble

Also concerningly they smell like demons...and look like demons...and don't like the fact that 3 demon slayers just pummeled their child/sibling to the ground in the middle of the night...well then

#I like the idea of a reverse tanjiro situation for reader #where the whole family survives and now you gotta figure out how to take care of them since they're deomons now #or what would it be like if the whole family survived but only nezuko became a demon #end result is nezuko defusing the situation in every idea #she's adorable and I see her using that and force to diffuse the tension #kimetsu inosuke #tanjiro kamado #kny zenitsu #nezuko #demon reader #kny demon reader #kny reader is a demon #no beta we die like men #kny #demon slayer

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bearsinpotatosacks · 1 year

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In a world where you start seeing colour upon seeing your soulmate, and stop when they die, Carole's beach day gets ruined by the worst realisation.

Words: 1687

@caveiratimida I wrote it

Hopping out of the car, she pushed her sunglasses on her head as she ran around to get Bradley out of his car seat. He'd been talking all the way here about the sandcastle he was going to build and all the ice cream they were going to eat.

Even though they'd already had two beach days while visiting Goose, he was still just as excited about this one, despite it being just a cheap day out idea to keep him occupied when she had no other ideas. Bradley must be a beach baby. It was unfortunate they didn't live near a beach otherwise they'd probably visit constantly, although that might be why he loved them so much.

"Momma!" Bradley shouted as she opened the door.

"Bradley!"

"We're here, we're at the beach!"

"We are, baby,"

As she unbuckled him, trying to avoid his kicking legs, she heard him start up a chant. His cute cries of 'We're at the beach' continued as she lifted him onto the grey tarmac of the parking space.

She reached over for her bag, a stripey pink and beige canvas bag with two rolled up towels in. There were also a few bottles of factor fifty sun cream, some snacks and drinks, a hat and jacket for Bradley, because she knew he'd get cold after going in the sea, and a book and her walkman for herself.

Turning back to him, he shone a sunlight smile at him, his eyes closed as he bounced in place. She picked him up and placed him on her hip, holding him with the arm not holding the bag.

"Got your bucket and spade?" She asked.

"Yeah!" He swung it around, hitting her stomach a few times. "I'm gonna build the biggest sandcastle ever!"

"Ever?"

"Ever!"

"That sounds like quite a feat," she said. "We better get started."

The beach was only across the street. Luckily they'd arrived just in time to get a space, and looking at the beach, before it clogged up with people.

Approaching the road, she checked both ways before she crossed. Flashy red trucks with people hanging out the side drove past. Palm trees with swaying green leaves lined the top of the beach. Reddish-brown tiles led to the sand, flecks of it sitting in the cracks, she bet it would burn to walk across there barefoot.

As they reached the beach, she began to scan for a free space. She didn't want to sit too near to the ocean where you could sink into the sand if you weren't careful. But too near the steps was also a bad choice, far too many people walking behind you, and that wasn't even taking into account how easily Bradley could run into the road from there. No, the middle would be perfect.

She spotted the perfect space a few paces away and set Bradley down so he could run ahead. He kicked some sand onto her toes, making them rub against her wicker sandmes as she followed him.

There was so much he had to learn about the world, it excited her as well as making her nervous. He was starting school this September and would start to learn about how and why the world worked the way it did.

She'd looked at the curriculum for the one her and Nick had picked but still had some questions. Because, sure, they told you the subjects but never told you how they'd be taught specifically. She hoped they'd changed things when she was in school. Everything was black and white when she was a kid, literally and figuratively.

She'd only started seeing colour seven years ago, when she met Nicky in that bar after only being in Annapolis a few weeks. She'd always joked her bright fashion sense was due to her not actually being able to see the colours she was wearing. But apparently that didn't stop others from being coordinated, so she just admitted that she loved bright things, and her Nicky was the brightest thing out there.

But she did wonder how much correcting of the school's curriculum she'd have to do in terms of soulmates. Her school had made everything seem so basic. You met your soulmate and everything would go from black and white to colour. You'd marry and have kids and love happily ever after, until either you or your soulmate died, and the other would go back to seeing everything monochrome. And her school had made it even more basic by reminding them that only girls had boy soulmates and vice versa.

All of this was blown out of the water by the time high school rolled around, with people rushing around trying desperately to see if their soulmate was one of the hundreds of students in their school. Dramatic break ups filled the halls as people realised that their partners weren't their soulmates. Others bargaining with themselves insisting that sometimes colour would come slowly, when in fact, for most, it didn't.

School didn't teach a lot. Apart from the obvious, boys could have boy soulmates, girls could have girl soulmates. They also didn't tell you that there were such things as platonic soulmates and having more than one, something she'd found out about Goose and Mav upon meeting them.

Nick had actually admitted to her that he could already see some colour when he'd seen her. Apparently he'd first seen blues and yellows when Mav had pulled over to help him fix his car only a week prior to them meeting her. She’d filled in the picture with reds and greens as soon as he'd walked in the bar. And for her, the entire world seemed to turn real.

School would also deny that there were people without soulmates, when there were. There were people who were born seeing colour and some who saw it gradually throughout life with the realisation that they were their own soulmate.

Bradley didn't care about most of that, yet. He had questions, sure, about what different colours felt like, and she'd answer every time with patience. But mostly he couldn’t care less.

"Momma, come on!"

Broken from her thoughts, she hurried on. She set the bag down and took out the towels, flicking them out onto the sand. Bradley had set up nearby and was already scooping sand into the castle shaped bucket. It was lucky she'd put suncream on both of them before they left.

She considered her book as she lay down on the towel but decided not. For now she just wanted to relax and take in the scene.

Replacing her sunglasses on her eyes, she looked around at the beach. To her right, she saw a couple rubbing suncream on each other. One had tattoos all over his back and red raw skin, the other was picture perfect, could've been a model. Further along, someone was having a barbecue, the scent lingered on the air and made her stomach grumble.

To her left was another family, larger and louder. One of the parents was playing frisbee with two of the kids. The other parent was sleeping on a deck chair, book strewn across her chest, two more children chased the tide as it went in and out.

She scrunched her toes in the yellow-white sand and sighed, this was perfect. The crystal blue ocean lay out endless and deep ahead of her. Sunlight sparkled like broken glass on its surface as boats far off bounced on the waves and surfers swooped around, chasing the perfect one that never came.

The blue continued on into the sky as it became paler and paler as it rose. A plane left trails in the sky, far too big to be a jet but it still made her question where Goose was. Maybe he was in a lesson, maybe in the gym or perhaps in the air. If he was in the air, was he high enough to see her and Bradley as tiny, indistinguishable dots in the sand?

Bradley's bright red swimsuit stood out against the red. He was crouched over his sand castle, now three towers wide, as he made indents for doors and windows. Occasionally he'd reach around for a shell or maybe a stick, he always decorated them highly, and always insisted that she take a polaroid of it when he was done. Not that he had to convince her, she was always one for taking photos to capture the memories.

She softened her focus again as she lay back on the towel. The sand under the towel was surprisingly compact. Heat from the sun warmed her skin just right, by the end of this holiday she'd have a wonderful tan to brag about at work. Maybe she could have a little nap, Bradley was well behaved enough that she could nod off and still be there half an hour later.

Yes, maybe a little nap, then get an ice cream, then come back to read her book. At some point she'd paddle in the ocean, perhaps go for a little swim.

Then everything dimmed in colour, just as she went to close her eyes. In fact, it didn't just dim, everything had turned monochrome and her heart skipped a beat.

Ripping off her sunglasses again she glanced around at the beach. The aquamarine ocean was just a multitude of grey. Yellow sand almost white. Bradley's swimming costume a rich dark grey and his skin a lighter shade.

She tried to hold back a sob as his focus went away from his sandcastle. Her eyes were locked on the sky as she tried to force herself to see the limitless gradient of blues but instead saw only more and more grey.

And she knew this could only mean one thing. One thing she always feared, something she'd almost had to accept was likely to happen with a husband in the navy.

Nick, her loving husband, her goofy Goose, her soulmate, was dead. And sitting in the washy world of grey, she felt her heart break until part of her wished she'd gone with him.

I posted this idea like 4 hours ago and liked it enough that I wrote it in full. I don't like soulmate AUs as an aroace because they hinge on someone being with someone and perfect for someone. And I know people say platonic soulmates but sometimes I don't want anyone so I put that idea in here to satiate myself. Hope you liked this!

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pi3rcedk1tty · 2 years

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wonder - a will byers lyric fic

enjoy!

lyrics - in blue and italics

I wonder if I'm being real

i sit there in the uncomfortable airport seats with her next to me , a smile eminent on her face. she is so excited to see him and tell him all about our time here , but will he even want to see me? i feel a funny fake feeling inside me , like i'm not real.

Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

i can see him in the distance. he is wearing a silly outfit and sunglasses , almost making him unrecognisable. she runs up to him and they hug for a while before walking back. he makes eye contact with me and smiles awkwardly before going in for a hug. he gives me a side hug , almost as if he didn't want to hug me at all. he asks about the painting i'm holding and i say its nothing when its obviously something. i just wish i could pluck up the courage and say something but i don't. its MY birthday , but he , of course , forgot.

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

after that moment , its like the world stopped showing emotion. they both only show emotion to each other , which is boring. it feels as if my eyes have gone colourblind , normal greens and blues becoming dull greys. i have had this feeling before , with the same people around me too. my stomach turns at the way the talk to each other sometimes. maybe i am colourblind? i'm seriously tired of seeing them in black and white.

I wonder what it's like to be my friends Hope that they don't think I forget about them

i haven't talked to them since we left the airport. they seem pretty happy. he keeps turning around to look at me , but avert his gaze. i wonder what i look like in their eyes? maybe a sad , ugly-looking boy who has nothing to do with his life anymore. we arrived at a roller-skate rink and she was completely lying to him. she had never been to parties here with her '' friends ''. she was attached to him at the arm , like a leech. she kept sweetly smiling at him , that which he returned the gesture , and i so wished that he would smile at me like that.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind Been dreaming that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

he is like bambi on ice. it makes me chuckle. she hears me and glares at me , as if i have done something wrong. the day went by slowly , them exchanging gifts and kisses , making my eyes droop every time. they obviously don't notice because of how interested they are in each other. its like me and him aren't even best friends anymore. i feel left out all the time. i lay down in my bed , him and her in the bedroom next over , thinking about what its like to be loved by him.

I wonder why I'm so afraid Of saying something wrong I never said I was a saint

she got arrested for hurting a fellow student at the rink. he won't shut up about her. but she is my sister. i want to get her back , but something in me doesn't want to go bail her out. it wants her to stay in jail. he has a frown on his face and it makes me upset to see him like this. i want to say something , but i don't. what if i mess it up? what if i offend him? what if he blames me for all that happened?

I wonder, when I cry into my hands I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man

we are on the road and i give him the painting. maybe it will make him feel better? he smiles and compliments my painting skills , a grin spread across his face. that is the first time on this journey i have seen him smile like that. i made him smile. the courage builds up in me and i say everything , but in the perspective of her. he again smiles and thanks me , still staring at the painting. my brother watches our conversation closely , seeing tears gloss over my eyes. i turn from him and face the window , my hand muffling my sobs. i'm supposed to be a man , not a wimp. but its no use. tears flow from my eyes and onto my hands , making them wet with my fluids.

And I wonder if some day you'll be by my side And tell me that the world will end up alright

i imagine if things were different. if he had hugged me properly and we had had a proper conversation. i imagine that when this is all over , we are by each other's sides. but still with her. she is in my imagination all the time , but with him. i feel my lips start to wobble as more tears roll down my face and into my palm. i wonder if i told you how i feel , you would say the same and we could be together forever. but it won't happen. i know.

I wonder I wonder.

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Would you like to be my friend? - Wonwoo fanfic Part 1

Genre: Fantasy

Warning: Nothing yet (tell me if you see one)

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It was pretty crazy, the dream I had. I could be so sure that my soul was close to dying and the spirits were flying right above my head. It was so vivid, like I was just there- on the dark green road, filled with ferns and really beautiful lush green trees. Excited ran through my veins as soon as I felt that eerie vibe. The sky was clear before but it suddenly turned to grey. So beautiful that it looked, like dominos clouds fell into the ashet of breathtaking grey hue. And in a similar manner, the trees turned into dark green. It reminded me of a monster, but a velvety monster. As if, this whole scenary is going to eat me up right now.

I didn't realise I was frozen to one place when I felt my legs moving. It wasn't me who controlled them anymore. It felt like a spirit had the control over everything in my body and this world, except my face. Whoever controlled me, walked me in a slow pace, giving me enough time to paint the the world around me in my brain in a way I'd never forget. It was all monotonous velvet green, but did you think it'd bore me out? No, it was the most hypnotic, most lustrous and most enchanting thing I'd ever seen. Who knew dreams could be so pretty?

I got up from my bed and looked out of my window. I was staying with my dad for a week, as a vacation after a really tiring semester in school. And the best thing about it was that I could be on the mountains! They soothe your heart and make you feel so beautiful. They are so beautiful, so enchanting, just like my dream.

I got up to go to the small kitchen to make myself something to eat and drink. I couldn't push away the dream I had, how could a dream be so realistic? I still remember walking down the road, my legs took me into the woods, it was like entering a magical world. Everything was shining, little tingles of magic oozing out of every plant, every tree. It was enchanting. I was so busy looking at the wild yet suspiciously disciplined magic around me that I didn't notice the man standing infront of me.

"Hello, welcome to the woods.", a voice said.

I almost got startled and I dont know if it was because of his sudden appearance or his sudden beauty. "Hi", I replied cautiously.

"How are you? I mean, I doubt you'd be happy that you're stuck here with your legs under a spirit's control and a forest which doesn't stop glowing." He said, full of silent confidence and outward shyness. His black glasses sitting on his nose and his hair perfectly tamed, looking so regal, so angelic and so human all at the same time.

I replied, "Uh, technically, I am not sad, I don't know how to think about it. What to think of it."

"I see, but you may get sad once the spirit in your legs starts triggering your worst memories or start making up scenarios which, no matter how much you like the Green, you can't like or run away from. Unless, I help."

"How can you help me? Why would you help me? Why should I trust you? Who are you?"

"I'm Wonwoo. I'm not your imagination. You can call me your saviour but technically, we both will be saving each other. I've been stuck here for 3 months now, the leg spirit ran away and initially I was just as intrigued by these magical velvet woods as you were." He replied calmly.

Wonwoo, pretty name.

"I'm y/n. Why didn't you run away from here? How do you... How did we even come here?" I asked, a mild sense of panic and a small rush of excitement running through my mind.

"I have no idea but here, hold my hand. Let me guide you. You can't trust the leg spirit. It might take you away to the hills on the other side and push you through the valley, landing in the river. The other person I met here was, unfortunately, given the same fate. I tried to run upto him, save him but my leg spirit didn't want that." Wonwoo replied, his voice was so velvety. As if he's an incarnation of the magic running through the forest.

I took his hand and I can't describe it but magic literally ran up through my arm. His hand was warm. He was enchanting. But no, he could be danger. I didn't realise I didn't ask why we should be holding hands, I was just looking at our joined hands with an expression of skepticism which would have ticked him into telling me about it. "Ahh, me and the other guy, I held his hand while holding him up after he fell down in front of me, and then we realised that we could move according to our wishes, so the leg spirit doesn't like human contact. It runs away from it."

"Oh thats fascinating." It was. Fascinating. Scary. I don't know what's happening, it probably is a dream.

(to be continued....)

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Hello everyone! I'm writing this for @jeonncafe I hope you'll like this Rainbow and there's more to come. This is my first time writing for @caratwritersclub and its events and i was so excited. I'm so happy I got to talk to amazing carats, Rainbow and my secret santa ❤️.

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blackdragon-selfships · 1 year

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7, 12, 14, 15, and 16 for self insert lore! 😁

Thank you for asking, Donny! 💖

(Most of these were answered for Shrek-verse Meg here, so to not just keep saying ‘go here’ or just including the ones not answered…I’ll do something different and answer for both Meg from MegaDeath (the other name for my Meg x Death (Puss in Boots 2) ship.) and…

The The Fallen Star version of her (who is shipped with an AU Aaravos from The Dragon Prince, who is the protagonist and a dragon not an elf in it) and the old TDP one too if possible.)

Corre Corre Pequina Roja (Shrek self-insert) answers:

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

In Corre Corre Pequina Roja (Puss in Boots Meg’s story) some of the nameless bar patrons, and briefly Charming…while he’s working at the Poison Apple, himself as a performer during its transition from villain hangout to what it becomes in Shrek 4... But it’s also purely for his ego. He wants a princess, not a barmaid. Muerte wouldn’t sit back and watch either if he saw trouble brewing.

But the other important characters in the story, no. The heroes are all in relationships by the time she meets them, and a certain pie factory owner is laser-focused on magic and magic artifacts. Unless he knew this random barmaid that tagged along with the talking animals was in contact with Death himself (who could count as being magical) he wouldn’t give her the time of day.

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

While she draws, she also bakes. She worked in a bakery briefly during the part of the story she keeps getting fired when people die while she’s working. Before that, though, as a little girl she helped her mother bake, especially for her grandparents when they were alive.

She doesn’t bake as much now, but when stressed and needing something to occupy herself she will give in and do so. Baked goods aren’t Muerte’s favorite thing, but sometimes she can get him to sample some…sometimes.

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

Meg…is unusual even in the world she’s from. She finds what others see as creepy or scary to be fascinating and exciting. When it comes to animals, that is. She likes to watch spiders go about their business and stop to let snakes pass on the road.

Once, Muerte was telling her about a creature others are terrified of which makes even the fearless Puss in Boots uncomfortable…and she just looked at him with intrigue, asking him to give more details, a description, anything. At the time he was surprised and wondered if he messed her up when she was a kid…but now it’s another thing he likes about her that he doesn’t see in many other mortals.

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The Dragon Prince and The Fallen Star answers:

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

(TDP) No, not really…but I did play with the idea of her and Corvus (a character in the show), an expert Tracker in the court of Katolis (a kingdom in the show) whom she befriends over time. There were some sparks, but it didn’t go anywhere because Megavos was end game and the stronger connection. (Plus it was probably one of the few times Aaravos got jealous in that project…)

(TFS) Not likely… Their other companions on the journey are kids and a married man, and anyone else they meet is more focused on The Fallen Star, him being the main character. Meg was just seen as one of the humans traveling with him, and sometimes being mistaken for being a Dark Mage because of her black and grey wardrobe.

12. how would the fandom view your character?

Aaravos is a very popular character last I heard (even after season 4…? I don’t go in his tag anymore, so I don’t know…) and I don’t think many would like Meg if she were canon. Maybe some would like the relationship with him how I used to write it when I followed the show, but I don’t know how many.

TFS…I’d hope hypothetical fans of that comic will like her. But chances are still up there she’ll be called a Mary-Sue or something.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

(TFS)

She’s Aaravos’s first friend in centuries, having let him come into her home and rest after finding him weakened and possibly injured in the woods earlier that night. She then travels with him after he is forced to run from his pursuers again, and influences his decision to allow their other companions to join when they come across them later.

So she supports the hero, basically. She helps him both by being a friend and by doing various things during the story.

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

In TFS, Meg doesn’t have many skills that are useful to the group at first. She feels she’s just there because she has no where to go home to and she wants to stick with Aaravos since he wants her around too. It isn’t for a while that she figures out what she brings to the group that the others don’t already.

ask game: self insert lore

#me g answers #selfship community post #ask game: self insert lore #about Meg #Corre Corre Pequina Roja #the fallen star #(old) the dragon prince #megavos #rosa de la muerte #Donny thepizzahero

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Level 15 - Out Of [Nation]

Congrats! There are a number of things that unlock here at level 15 that can be fun, exciting, or otherwise helpful. I'll start with the things that unlock with level and then the things that unlock only once story takes you out of your starter city. (I will be making a separate post in a bit about glams and dyes which also fall under this category.)

Hall of the Novice

if for no reason other than gear, please do HotN. the gear it gives you is solid through at least level 20, and still plenty usable up to 25-30 if you get nothing better from MSQ or job quests (tho you should be getting bits from both) and completion gives you a ring that gives you passive exp boost until level 30 plus it gives you exp in and of itself.

Okay I've pleaded, but what is it? HotN is a series of mini tutorials that teach you how to play your class type. there's Tank, Physical DPS, Magic DPS, and Healer classes and the gear for casters (magic dps) is the same as for healers so if you pick up a secondary class of the same basic type (being tank, magic, or physical dps) you can share gear but of another type you'll wanna go in to do the classes again if you want the gear. Which isn't so bad if you want/need to learn it.

You can pick it up the moment you hit level 15 in the adventurer's guild in your city state from the smith. They'll be wearing a light green robe with a special symbol above their head. Like this:

[Image ID: a hyuran man wearing a light green robe and skirt with white pants and boots. above his head is a large sprout symbol on top of a darker green background with a gold border /end ID]

All smiths are dressed similarly because that's the outfit you get from completion (although yours will be grey and undyable. there is a dyable version at level 50, however) and MSQ points you towards an actual physical place in game for the Hall later but you don't need to go there nor is anything there remotely necessary for doing the Hall via these guys.

The Dances

Each nation has a free dance that unlocks at level 15 with no other prerequisite. The emote loops and they're all kinda silly and cute, which is my theory as to why when parties idle in dungeons they often become dance parties.

There aren't a lot of dances or otherwise looping emotes in the game that you can get for little to nothing (most are cash shop now, and others have significant time investments) so if you want a fun dance these are the best option. You're not locked into only one either; you can get each as you go to each nation.

[Image ID: three screenshots of a quest synopsis and the quest's giver. From left to right there's Eral with the quest Saw That One Coming; "Eral has noticed a rare bit of excitement within the serene city-state and would share with you what he knows." Then Dodozan with Good For What Ales You; "There is a hectic flush of panic on Dodozan's face as he looks wildly about Hawker's Round." And then P'molminn with Help me, Lord of the Dance; "When P'molminn approaches, beware, for the impetuous Miqo'te always leads a merry dance." /end ID]

Gridania has the Harvest Dance (chat commands: /harvestdance or /hdance) with the quest given to you from Eral in the adventurer's guild near the door. This is a fun little side to side shuffle.

Limsa Lominsa has the Step Dance (chat commands: /stepdance or /sdance) with the quest given to you by Dodozan in the middle of Hawker's Alley (the markets). In my opinion, this is the silliest of the three quests and all the more reason to do it. It's a fun little, like, simple barrel dance (without the barrel of course).

and Uldah has the Ball Dance (chat commands: /balldance or /bdance) with P'molminn's quest in the Ruby Road Exchange. P'molminn has a soft spot in my heart for this quest and the quest says frankly bonkers shit about Ishgardian noble dances. The dance is a silly stationary little jumping thing.

Post Envoy

here starts the things you can only get once the Envoy quest has been completed but they show up immediately after: The Challenge Log, The Aesthtician, and The Gold Saucer.

The Aesthitician

[Image ID: A picture of S'dhodjbi next to the quest synopsis for Beauty Is Only Scalp Deep; "Rumors of a dangerous madman about town have S'dhodjbi ill at ease." /end ID]

This is unlocked in the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa and gives you access to limited character tweaking for 2K gil (or a Jandelaine token of which there are only two of, counting the one from this quest). You can change hair color and style, face paint and a handful of other options but you can't change race, gender, skin or eye color, height, and the like; those are fantasia only changes.

Also? This man is batshit nuts and I love him so so very much. i'd suggest picking up this quest while you're in Limsa for It's Probably Pirates because it will make you hit all three nations- but MSQ will also do that via the next few quests so just keep it active and take small detours for it.

Challenge Log

While we're in Limsa, and in the Drowning Wench no less, we should also grab the Challenge Log from I'tolwann

[Image ID: screenshot of I'tolwann and the quest synopsis for Rising to the Challenge; "I'tolwann is ill pleased with the carelessness of the Wench's customers." /end ID]

The challenge log has a list of weekly challenges to meet organized by type. They're all pretty reasonable things that even the most casual player can still generally hit a few. The rewards are things like exp and gil which makes it a decent way to start building a bit of gil early on. Challenges get added to it as you get further in the game and/or unlock different things so feel free to check it periodically.

Again this is weekly. Weekly reset is Tuesdays at 12AM PST. That's 3AM EST/ 8AM GMT / 9AM CEST for easier calculation. For most people that means once you wake up on Tuesday the new week has started and the exact time doesn't matter (however I'm not included in that most and I'm sure plenty of others aren't as well.)

The Gold Saucer

This is basically your in game casino. Or your free airship to Ul'dah at the cost of an extra load screen if that's all you use it for. It unlocks from the Well-heeled Youth across from Ul'dah's aetheryte plaza

[image ID: Screenshot of the Well-heeled Youth next to the synopsis for It Could Happen to You; "A well-heeled youth on Emerald Avenue appears to have been the beneficiary of some good fortune, and may not be adverse to sharing it..." /end ID]

There is a lot here and I'mma make a series of posts for it in it's own right but if you are likely to collect glams or emotes you need to unlock it bc there is a lot sold for MGP (Gold Saucer currency) that you cannot get elsewhere but it's important to note that while the GS is modeled as a casino it is near impossible to lose more than you pay.

How the gold Saucer works is basically as a collection of minigames, a few of which have a cost for entry and the payout will at least get you your money back, if not money back plus some, even on a failure. And there is, frankly, a lot of different ways to earn MGP, so I feel like there is something everyone could enjoy, if they wish to engage with the GS.

However, even if nothing in the GS appeals to you, it is a free airship ride from anywhere in Eorzea, and from the GS you can airship to Ul'dah for free. So if you're a penny-pincher like me you can set your home point to Limsa or Gridania and be able to get both there and Ul'dah for free if you don't mind a couple extra load screens.

#ffxiv new players #ffxiv resources #ffxiv beginners #ffxiv new player guide #ffxiv help #ffxiv #ffxiv tutorial #ffxiv guide #level 15 #Out Of [Nation]

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4 September 2022

What We’ve Seen This Week

The field across the lane got cut last week. They didn’t start until early evening, with two machines, and just as they’d finished, the heavens opened. Timing!

This is how it looked in the evening when it was finished. Those hedges all need doing again.

Nothing got collected so we presume the bean crop was grown for green fertilizer and will be ploughed into the ground soon.

Something similar has happened at the farm the other side of our garden, where there was a big temporary village and roadway to service works on the local railway operation. Everything has been removed, new topsoil brought in and a crop of fig-leaved goosefoot (according to my plant ID app) Everywhere that had been given a hard base has been planted up, so we’ll see what happens there.

It’s so nice that all the noise and disturbance has gone at long last.

Looking at the changing fields is another shameless opportunity to post the Red Arrows flying over last week and the trail of smoke they let off over the tree line. Who says the country life is dull?

It wasn’t dull when I opened the bedroom curtains one morning. This deer and her charming little fawn came wandering into the garden from the woods, through our gateway in the fence.

It’s sweet to think of it as a two way thing. For us a gateway from the garden to the wilderness of woodland and for them, an opportunity to explore something different. Not that the fence ever stopped them, they clear it easily.

The pictures I caught of them were along the area we’re clearing. I measured it out and it’s approximately 27½’ by about 12′ at the widest point. Quite significant and I can’t wait to get it finished - am banned at the moment until after the wedding, so I don’t acquire any more bites and grazes, but every time I look out, I’m twitching to get back to it.

As I’d taken these snaps and came out onto the landing of the house, I looked out of the front window and saw around another half dozen deer grazing there. It really is quite magical. When I was a child I lived in an area where there were ‘Deer’ warning signs on a lot of the roads, and I never ever saw one in the wild until we moved here.

The buzzards have been very vocal over the garden again this week and along with all the usual suspects we’ve had lots of visits from Long Tailed Tits and Chaffinch, which is terrific.

I’m so envious of the lovely close up photos I see on Twitter, mine are frustrating because the camera’s far too slow to follow and zoom in. I’m getting a little bit more adept (but not much!)

On our way back from a walk a couple of days ago we saw a huge bird in flight.

It came from behind us so we were taken a bit by surprise.

I’m trying to work out if, as thought, it’s a White Stork from the local Knepp outpost, or, if it may have been a Heron. It looked like it could’ve been returning to the reserve.

I’m plumping for Stork, but the photos don’t seem to be conclusive.

The surest way to tell storks apart from herons and their counterparts is from their flight stances. Storks fly with their necks fully extended, while herons always retract their necks into a characteristic “S” shape while in flight.

***EDIT: the White Stork Project have got back to me and say that this is a Grey Heron. In the past we’ve seen both grey and white around the ponds locally, but not for a very long time. So I’m adding this to my list of birds seen in 2022.

Typed last weekend:

Totally unrelated, we had an email which contained some more exciting news. For our wedding anniversary this year (42 years since you -didn’t- ask: I was a (virtually) child bride!) we decided to support the crowd funding by Unbound for the Jim Moir book below. Perhaps more widely known as Vic Reeves, the British comedian is also a celebrated artist. We’re looking forward to our physical copies of the book at the end of the week. For now we have an e-book to admire and to look at our names in the list of supporters who made the book possible. I say made it possible, I think it was something like 360%+ funded, which proves how popular the book’s going to be.

Update: the book arrived and further Update, there’s an interview on TV right now, publicising the book.

We made two pledges so that ultimately our girls can have a copy each. We like to pass on a love of nature to the next generation and the one beyond and I think (hope) we’ve already made a good start. Unfortunately one of the copies has a damaged page, so I’ve written to the publisher to point out it shouldn’t have passed quality control - you could see it before even opening the book - and hope they’ll replace it. Fingers crossed.

Looking at the hedgerows, Autumn’s on its way

* bold type leads to an outside page for more information

#nature birds wildlife deer fields Autumn

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Day 7: last night we laughingly said we would “get away by 8.30” this morning (laughingly because we actually think there is something wrong with the clocks over here as we always seem to be late!!!! And a trip that “Maps” says will take 4 or 5 hours, somehow takes 6 or 7 🤣🤣🤣. Maybe because we stop for a coffee and stop for lunch. Anyway, we showered last night and gobbled breakfast and WE WERE AWAY BY 8.20 am!!! The very first thing we did was find some remote ground and emptied our grey water (not really meant to but it started bubbling out the overflow as we were driving away and we couldn’t bring ourselves to stop, dig out the hose, and do the complex attachment!!

Our first stop was Ceduna, getting ready for our morning cappuccino. Everything but the Servo in Ceduna was closed. BUT!!!! Ceduna - who our gorgeous surfing friend in the caravan park laundry thought was a bit ho-hum - is the cleanest and tidiest town we have ever seen, set on an enormous bay with the requisite l-o-n-g jetty, with green manicured lawns and streets lined with huge healthy pines. We filled up with fuel and got back on the straight road and another approx. 150km along we turned left into Fowler’s Bay which was the tiniest little settlement (population 15) FULL FULL of history. The whale watching season is starting as the mothers come to these safe and secluded bays to calve. We didn’t see one, but they are on their way and we have other opportunities along the Bunda Cliffs. I have taken photos of the Fowler’s Bay history, but it must have been such a busy place and it is hard to imagine just how tough it would have been over 100 years ago.

Back onto the road after our lunch …. which we usually have from the van, sitting near the water. Now we head into even flatter country, if that’s possible, but STILL looking green, with crops coming up and sheep looking healthy and salt bush and then mallee trees (?) all along the road. But it’s FLAT FLAT FLAT! Then excitement when we arrived at the famous Nullarbor Roadhouse which is amazing. It is exactly how I imagined it. A roadhouse surrounded by a bare paddock dotted with electric outlets for caravans etc, a petrol station, concrete motel, bar, cafe and friendly people. It is very busy here because we have joined the main road to Perth. Up to now we have avoided all the tourists and vehicles on the Ayre Peninsular. I wish we had a golf stick, because we are at the 5th hole of the longest golf course in the world, called the Dingo Run!! Someone told us that the first two hole are at Ceduna, then 2 more at Nundroo and now we’re at The Nullarbor Roadhouse and when you reach the end of the Nullarbor (or Kalgoolie), the golfers have done 18 holes!! Isn’t that totally wonderful!!!! We went for a walk because (we can!!!) we are pretty stiff after hours in the vehicle (Wendy says “I am way too young to be this old!!!!l) because we saw a structure in the distance and it turned out to be a table and bench where a golfer would tee off at this fifth hole and as we’re discusssing this very Australian activity, lo and behold a young couple with a toddler and tiny baby came along with three golf sticks and we all watched him hit off!!! He said they weren’t golfers and we assured him we weren’t either, so not to be intimidated by us watching him tee off! She said her Dad in Adelaide told them about it and said they must have a go!

We both feel really privileged to be doing this trip.

Highlight for the day: Fowler’s Bay and experiencing The Nullarbor Roadhouse.

Camping hint: Shower at night so you can leave quickly in the morning. 🤣🤣🚗

The oysters I shucked!

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hi! can you ship me with marvel, teen wolf & the vampire diaries ? my hair is dyed blonde but it’s originally auburn & i have grey eyes ( blue/ grey ? ) i love adventures + road trips and the color pink. i love hearts and i love doing my nails. i like to make friends and i have a lot of animals :)

ofc ofc ofc so sorry for the late reply hunny!! okay okay so excited to be doing this again here we go!

i dunno but my first thought for tvd was klaus, he’d constantly be prepared to take you across the world and show you all of its greatest sights (recommend notre dam it was beau!). and whilst he did so he’d tell you all of the stories from his times passing through or living places, I also feel like being on the road for a bit and not remaining in his own territory would do this man some good, and he’d be absolutely in his element to spend some well needed time with you and focus on nothing else but your relationship. not to mention he’d wanna go to all of the museums across the world and talk in detail about the artists that he’d met or heard great things about, I feel like klaus would get a little nerdy about that. as known he liked to go on carriage rides so with you liking animals it’d be a win win maybe he’d draw you a portrait of one too iykyk.

Sam Wilson, because this man could take you across the seas on his parents boat and he’d treat you like an absolute queen. I feel as though the journey of you two would have started out at the end of aou with the two of you being new recruits for the avengers, with training and missions that you’d have to go on you’d grow quite close with all of the time you’d have to spend together, for a while you’d feel as though he was just a friend, but eventually within the time you’re having to hide out you stay with him and Sarah and his kids and see that you two could be more and that you want to be. and whilst doing your nails isn’t always the best attire for going out into the battlefield, Sam would always buy you any new polishes or tools that you need to redo them whether that be to your room or when the team is watching a movie. this man is a sweetheart not to forget to mention on the quinjet home he’d allow you to fall asleep on his shoulder

Okay so here me out on this one, Liam would literally be like your very own puppy and not that you’d need more animals but this boy would literally do ANYTHING for you. he’s hella whipped which is adorable, but not only do your thrills for adventure cause occasional trouble for the pack, but they make for great stories that you both look back on and laugh at, like the time that you stole Stiles’ jeep because your car was in the garage. Let’s just say he wasn’t too happy about that but it made for some great time for you to spend with the baby beta and you had no regrets. and the most cute thing is that Liam is always willing to learn things that you like to do so that he can help; such as your nails and whilst he definitely wouldn’t be an artist with it he’d definitely try his hardest and have this firm look of concentration on his face as he did it!

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