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[forestduck]

A serene English garden filled with linden trees, blooming flowers, and magical aura. Explore this enchanting garden typ...

[theunderscorwolph]

Hello don't mind me just being ill once again.

And behold next, the smallest of smalls

All done on scraps of paper

Anyway back to your not scheduled deedlos (what do you mean I spelled that wron-?)

If I add any more it might explode so this is all for now

[kiwinatorwaffles]

Have you noticed how Wels always stands like. That. In his thumbnails. Like you caught him mid run. Like dude why do you stand like that

he’s escaping from the Content Demon (helsknight). every time he stops to take a thumbnail pic hels shows up out of nowhere and starts chasing him to sabotage his videos (unsuccessfully). he can only use the running man poses that snapped before he ran away as the thumbnail

[silverskye13]

I want you to know that whenever Wels and Hels have an altercation in any of your fics my brain immediately goes

Hard same actually XD

[great-photography-attributed]

The Hanging Tree - a real one By holdinghausenm https://flic.kr/p/2qZ1SFT

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

@lindentree is super cool and nice and awesome

@lindentree !!!

[mythologicafolk]

In May 2022, the Lithuanian community house at Hommersåk, Stavanger, Norway, hosted a very special workshop, led by artists Stuba, Skaidra Jančaitė, Živilė Muraškienė, and Kjell Braaten. From that meeting, a new EP, aptly named Serendipitous Meeting, was conceived, and you can listen to one of its tracks right now.

Read more:

https://mythologica.com.br/en/news/kjell-braaten-serendipitous-meeting/

[sunshinegearbox]

No liepu zariem medus gaisma pil, šo gaismu smel un sevī nepievil, jo soļi tavi liepu zemi min - tev gaismas svētība ir tāpēc jāuzzin.

[lilyrosedeppsforehead]

Bethyl Fic Recs

Because the lack of quality fics and discussions related to them in this fandom is frankly criminal.

All Time Favs:

What Signs Remain (by lindentree) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5175242/chapters/11921429

In the middle of the empty, unlit highway, crouching with his hands resting on his knees and his hair dripping sweat into his eyes, Daryl stops.

The tail lights of the car are long gone.

Beth’s gone. They’re all gone, now. He’s alone.

A Bethyl AU that splits off from canon during Beth’s kidnapping in 4x13 “Alone.”

So very good so very good so very good. Basically what would happen if Beth getting kidnapped was just a minor blip in their journey and the two of them just kept going on like they were. This is my favorite Bethyl fic of all time. Characterization is AMAZING. Fluff is fluffy. Smut is yummy. Pet cat is featured. The option to not share a bed but choosing to anyways is featured. Beth mourning losing Judith (which is something we don’t talk about nearly enough???) is featured. Daryl getting a cold (it’s a little more serious than that but whatever) and actually needing to be taken care of - and more importantly, accepts being taken care of - by Beth is featured. What more could you ask for? 

A Piece of Rough (by Schwoozie) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2047305/chapters/4446264

Screwing a stranger in the bathroom of a biker bar was never part of the plan - but Beth’s rolling with it. Every good girl needs her piece of rough. 

As someone who’s not a big non-apocalypse Bethyl AU girl, I was shocked to find that this was my second fav Bethyl fic of all time but idk man I just wanted it to keep going forever. Daryl is a misunderstood biker with a heart of gold, Beth is an 18 year old farmer’s daughter who feels she’s met her match. It also includes cunnilingus which I find is criminally absent from many a Bethyl fic. 

Smut:

Fog on the Windows (by thedevilyouknow106) https://archiveofourown.org/works/10985121/chapters/24464040

He’s tracked her all the way to this creepy hospital with the cops that had a woman with dead eyes as a leader. There was no way Daryl was doing to let Beth stand toe to toe with her without being within arm’s reach. 

What if Beth wasn’t killed at the hospital and the rescue mission was successful? I give you: Fog on the Windows. I love this fic so very much. It’s the epitome of everyone knowing Beth and Daryl are going to get together before they do. Daryl is appropriately awkward and angsty. Beth is appropriately highly functional and sassy. Did I mention it is so very very hot and sexy? Because it is in fact so very very hot and sexy. 

Love Bites (by Schwoozie) https://archiveofourown.org/works/3347540

Beth gets bitten, but not in the way you’d expect.

Beth gets bitten by a snake on her leg. Daryl sucks the poison. Licks it clean. Then licks a little higher... enjoy. 

One Shots:

I Think I Thought I Saw You (by Schwoozie) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6650944

Somewhere along the road between Grady and Alexandria, Beth lost her religion. She might not find it ever again. But she’s sure as hell to find something. 

Okay so this is supposed to be like a smutty one shot but I would say skip the smut and stay for the concept. What I like is the way their dynamic was framed. That Daryl goes to church just to be with Beth without being judged. That Beth knows he’s going to come to church with her every week even though he’s never participated and has no reason to be there. That Beth still dresses up for services in the apocalypse. It just feels right.

Where you Belong (by Schwoozie) https://archiveofourown.org/works/9426053

Even in winter dark and cold, Beth helps Daryl find the way home. 

Another intended smutty one shot that I like the writing of more than the smut and would almost consider fluff more than anything. So Bethyl fluff that is technically smut. Do with that what you will. 

It’s Always Darkest (by Schwoozie) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7193318

Beth’s first night in Alexandria is haunted by what it took her to get there. Daryl offers himself as comfort. 

I think Daryl is a little too forward to be canon-compliant here but the heartbreak and the trauma and the anxiety Beth feels is lovely and the writing is so sweet. 

in the low lamplight, I was free (by lindentree) https://archiveofourown.org/works/57941326

After a supply run goes bad, Beth checks on Daryl.

Simple and sweet Beth comforting Daryl fluffiness. 

Honorable Mentions:

Anastasis (by lindentree) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23654812/chapters/56779453

After all, she was just a girl. Just Maggie’s sister. Just Judith’s babysitter. Just one piece of a larger whole, who only mattered because she was connected to the rest, and insignificant in her own right.

Just another dead girl.

Just gone. 

Beth survives the gunshot at the hospital and catches up with the gang in Alexandria; Daryl’s day (and life) is made. This fic is another really good one. Beth getting accustomed to life in Alexandria is so well done, Daryl’s characterization is EXCELLENT, and the smut is muy bien.

Doo Wah Diddy Diddy (by gutsforgarters) https://archiveofourown.org/works/18101309/chapters/42789647

So, just to take stock: not only did Daryl fuck his best friend’s barely legal babysitter in a fit of epically lapsed judgement, he also managed to inadvertently slip a couple stray swimmers past the rubber and knock that babysitter up with some unholy Dixon spawn. And she wants to keep it. And she wants him to co-parent it with her.

It’s like a porno and a rom-com had a baby and that baby grew up to be a public service announcement. 

I dare say this is neither a porno or a rom-com but rather an extremely accurate telling of a non-apocalypse setting Bethyl tale. Daryl feels like he reacts in a way that you expect Daryl to. As does Beth. And Hershal. And Glenn. And Maggie. And dare I say even Merle (although he’s just the slightest bit less creepy in this but he’s still Merle don’t get it twisted - Beth just domesticates him a bit with her badass Beth-ness). Again, I’m not a big zero-zombie Bethyl AU person so the fact that I really enjoyed this should vouch for it. 

The Earth and Heaven: Chapter 3: You and Me (by Schwoozie)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1985844/chapters/4646235#workskin

The mission is simple; the intent is clear. Protect the girl. Get her to Washington. Save the world. The third, emptier silence at their campfire doesn’t change that. 

The Earth and Heaven is a series of short one shots, but chapter 3 is the one i’m extra vouching for here. It’s a The Last of Us AU. Enough said. 

To be continued...

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It's Lindentree, my warrior!

Second donation! Thank you Jarga for being a silly druid meowmeow, asking artwork of one of our guild leads: Lindy www.twitch.tv/boombutton

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TFC’s Completely Normal Afternoon Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Nobody Dies Horribly

(shoutout to @lindentree for inspiring this silly fic!)

TFC sat in his little bachelor pad, coffee in hand, watching the steam rise out of his mug. 

It was a nice mug, all things considered. A gift from the other Hermits. A handmade blue thing, turned on a potter’s wheel, with an extra-large handle to give his old hands a break sometimes. Full of coffee from his ancient coffee machine, that gurgled and growled like a jackhammer being waterboarded.

TFC took a sip, and winced. Okay, so maybe it was time to leave the mine and get more coffee. He’d re-used the grounds for the fourth time, and now it was really starting to get properly bitter. 

He drummed his fingers on his glass-top table, listening to the echo against the cold stone walls of his little antechamber. Maybe he’d decorate the walls at some point soon. 

TFC shrugged, and opened his comm. Hopefully one of the other Hermits had some coffee beans. He wiped the stone dust off his screen, and held down the three buttons to switch it on. Yes, he kept his comm strapped to his arm like almost every other player with some semblance of sense. No, he refused to let the damn thing be awake for any longer than it needed to be. The Hermits were chatty folks, and when TFC was deep in his mines and deep in thought, the last thing he needed interrupting his musings was a million buzzing noises as Cleo and Jevin got into a slapfight in the general chat. 

TFC’s personal logo flashed across the screen (the three letters of his name in red, natch) and he took another slurp of his bitter coffee, wrinkling his nose. The comm beeped, and TFC opened the group chat and tapped out a quick message. 

<Tinfoilchef> anyone got any more coffee? I’m clean out. 

He put his comm down, and took another swig. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

TFC frowned. He was a patient man by nature. The same could not be said of the other Hermits, who were usually falling over themselves to help each other out. 

And he hadn’t gotten a reply yet. 

It had been a whole ninety seconds.

TFC scrolled up in chat, and he sighed, rubbing his face. He sank back in his chair in annoyance. 

Of course. 

He tabbed upwards, watching things spiral out of control… in reverse. 

<Renthedog was blanched to death> 

<Renthedog> THE PAIN! THE PAIN IS INDESCRIBABLE

<Vintagebeef was portaged to death> 

<Vintagebeef> RUN! THE BOATS! THE BOATS ARE COMING!

TFC rubbed his temples with his free hand, sighing in exasperation. ‘

“Guys, I dug up five stacks of diamonds, don’t make me do this…I don’t want to re-dig those tunnels…” TFC groaned. 

And of course the nonsense kept coming as he scrolled farther and farther back. Gee, that last message from Ren was about four hours ago, now...

<Iskall85 became part of the weft> 

<Iskall85> HELP GOD THE LOOM’S GROWN LEGS

“Does anyone on this server besides me even know HOW to weave?!” TFC growled, averting his gaze from his pile of unfinished weaving in the corner of the room. It didn’t exist. He couldn’t see it. His WIP’s couldn’t hurt him.

And on and on it went.

<Xisumavoid was hooked to death>

<Grian was torqued to death>

<Tango was unraveled to death> 

<Zombiecleo was racqueted to death>

“Right, I’ve seen enough.” TFC sighed, “On the bright side, at least I’ll have all the coffee I had a week ago, so there’s that…” 

He carefully tabbed through his various screens and menus until he arrived at the one bit of his comm that was set aside for admin functions. Now, TFC wasn’t a server admin. That much was true. But he had slight admin privileges, for one thing and one thing only: server rollbacks. 

While, say, Hypno would have had an extensive wall of options, showing his permissions and all sorts of bells and whistles, TFC’s admin console had a text box to input a date and a big red “GO” button. 

He looked mournfully at his ender chest, and, with a sigh, keyed in a date one week prior. 

And TFC jabbed his thumb on the big red button. 

The world flashed white, utterly blinding him, and a second later TFC was deep in the branch mine in a half-finished tunnel, the same spot he’d been exactly a week prior. 

Unfortunately, he was still in a comfortable sitting position, resting all his weight on a chair that suddenly wasn’t there, so he immediately toppled to the ground, landing on his ass in an undignified heap. 

“Ow.” TFC muttered, sitting up slowly and tapping through his messages. 

<Xisuma> oh, we rolled back. Is everyone alright!?

<Tango> Mumbo you are BANNED FROM TIME TRAVEL

<MumboJumbo> It wasn’t me this time! I mean it was. But blame Zedaph! 

<Zedaph> ME?! No! Blame Cub! Cub gave me the doodad! 

TFC rolled his eyes and typed out a message. 

<Tinfoilchef> Does anyone have any fresh coffee beans?

Silence. 

No messages. No new complaining. As all the hermits re-read TFC’s words and soaked them in. 

Finally, Cleo broke the silence. 

<Zombiecleo> TFC. How many times did you re-use your last filter of grounds. 

<TinfoilChef> eh, six? Seven?

<Zombiecleo> are you telling me we’d all still be in shuttlecock hell if you hadn’t gotten sick of the taste of reused coffee grinds?!

<TinfoilChef> Pretty much, yeah 

<TinfoilChef> anyway 

<TinfoilChef> does anyone have some fresh coffee? 

[multidimensionbb]

Team Name: HC-12

Warrior Name/Socials: @entropicthymes

Supporter Name(s)/Socials: @reflingthefox, @un-common-dreams, @lindentree

Project Title: The Heroic Misadventures of Worm–Man

(posted to r/lostmedia by u/willy_the_worm)

So I was digging through my local secondhand bookstore, and I found these screenplays from this kids' TV show? It seems to have aired on CBBC around 2008, but there's no actual recordings out there, and these scripts are only the finale. Has anyone else found anything about this "The Heroic Misadventures of Worm-Man" show? (scans of the screenplays are linked below)

Project Link/Image: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63417175

[kiwinatorwaffles]

Just remembered the bowl cut Hels you drew and had a jolt of horror run through me. Thought you'd like to know that in the weirdest of ways you live in my mind rent free

just so you can have the horrors real time here he is again <3

[muriers]

What happens to St. George after he slays the dragon?

So sorry for the delay, but this my pinch hit gift for @lindentree for the halloween run of the @mcythorrorgiftexchange event!!

[oshawottarchive]

Okay, so I found out that @lindentree made a skin of Tanguish from @silverskye13's Redstone and Skulk fic, and I decided to wear it while I did some mcci, and it turns out that Tanguish brings you luck in Dynaball.

Tanguish is the Dynaball master, and I felt the need to share this new fact :)

[diabolical-on-ao3]

10 day extension granted!

hi hello, there has been a 10 day extension from the original deadline, so the new deadline is now June 20 at 6pm CST!

you're tagged here if you haven't posted either your first or second fic or neither - please lmk if you were tagged by mistake

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