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When a hug and a sniff make the perfect blend of cuteness! 🌼🐿️ By @dickvanduijn

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Advice I gave someone today was: 'do it stupid.'

She wants to learn photography. Do it stupid. Take a million photos. Don't think about why they're not good. Enjoy the process of taking photos.

Pick out tge ones you like the most and figure out why you like them. Is it because the subject is centered? Is it because you caught them doing something cool? Is it because the light made cool shadows?

Do it stupid. If you try to do it smart, youll get stuck. If you think too much you'll never get to doing. Do it stupid.

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A tiger bursting to freedom after being rescued from a poacher’s snare in the Russian Far East.

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Made the worst brownies ever created just now

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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Zinnia garden.

Tokyo, Japan.

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A Nobleman's Quest to Settle Down

Summary: Lars doesn't fit in with Clearwater. What does a rich and smart guy like him do? Make his own town. AO3 Link

A/N: Separate post so I don't hijack @herecomesremi's gorgeous Larshen art. This is decidedly aligned with canon, because I'd never let ADF Lars act this high and mighty at the end of the quest.

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When a certain nobleman from the Eastern Empire moved in, Clearwater turned upside-down.

Lars Tenobor doubted if this was a good idea. Living among the commoners brought discomfort for everyone involved, after all. But, by some miracle, his mother agreed that he take his share of the fortune and allowed him to build his life wherever he wanted to. Of course, the sensible thing was to spend that money to build a nice house, buy some land, and hire workers to take care of the said land.

Unheard of, Clearwater said. For generations, the lands had always been shared among the community. Working for a businessman - especially a foreigner - was humiliating and more harmful in the long run.

However, between coming here and making Rhen stay in Ghalarah, this was undoubtedly still the better option.

Weekly incidents involved escalations with the village elders - over, again, the land ownership thing - arguments with passing salesmen - because a lot of people would rather let themselves be scammed by these crooks than listen to him - and, admittedly, from time to time, experiments.

It wasn't really Lars' fault, no. People heard running water on that side, so Rhen asked Lars to help her look into it. He didn't even want to do it in the first place and somehow she got mad. See, he even used dynamites instead of his own magic --

And so a portion of the cave blew up.

Everyone blamed Lars, since it's now, magically, his fault that they had to build a road along the cliffs instead of going through the caves. (They're wrong. The cliffside road, even if it would make him dizzy, was much preferable than the dark cave where he could not breathe and risk having his companions go the wrong way, ambushed by the resident monsters, and get blamed for bringing them to trouble when they ran into the trouble while he was warning them not to get themselves in trouble!)

Anyway, the mayor tried to banish Lars to live on the other side of that newly-opened cave. Before he could defend himself, Rhen opposed for him. Proud of her, of course he treated her to a new pet: a nightingale even more exquisite than that of the Veldtian Queen's.

But, in the end, love did not shield him from the consequences of his actions, and Lars had to cave in. He made sure to tear down his beautiful house and revel in the silence of horrified naysayers who, undoubtedly, was planning to seize it from him in the first place. He wanted to sell the land back to the greedy mayor who took his money when he first bought it. As expected, the terrible old man opposed, so Lars gave portions of the land - including their titles and legal rights - to Old Dyonna and the people Rhen truly cared about.

(The mayor couldn't oppose the former Chosen and ex-princess of Thais who brought salvation to the world, and he finally let them be.)

Lars then moved to the other side of the cave, found a lush forest with a running river, and built his new house there. He hired househelp to keep the manor tidy and the animals well-cared for, then he hired guards to make sure that those annoying Clearwater mugs would never touch his property. He struggled with business for a while (those Sedonian crooks), but soon enough, he had people working on his own orchards.

At this point, he no longer knew if he was still considered a resident of Clearwater or not, but he could, of course, be the better person and simply name this land, have it marked on the map, and start a new town altogether.

As smart as he was, the brilliant new name of this mystical new place for himself never came to his genius. Rhen suggested they go on a walk around 'Tenobor Town' - no, that name was too simple!

Not-Tenobor Town was not exactly a town yet, but in the future, it would grow into one. Right now, all it had was a gorgeous waterfall next to his luxurious mansion, rows of orchards and plains for growing food on the other side. His employees already resided next to the lands they cared for, cozy in their little huts and with their own families. They could still clear more trees on the other side to make way for new members of their ever-growing community.

(And what, have everyone call him their mayor? No, no, he was their Lord. Lord Tenobor. Rhen refused to be called the lady of the land. One day, she'd come to her senses and find that this was a privilege and not a power trip.)

A yet-untouched portion of its former large forest stood across the river. Now, Lars didn't allow anyone to venture beyond the river just yet. He simply had a feeling that he had to leave it be.

Rhen, ever so inquisitive, pulled him towards the forest. Even when not in gear, they should be strong enough to face whatever danger there would be. What would be the danger? They'd gone against beehives, poisonous snakes, and multiple-headed wolves before, and they'd triumphed over each foe as rookies fresh from Shadwood. As adults who'd done in Ahriman, they presented more danger to the local fauna!

But Rhen's little risk proved to be a fruitful effort. The birds and the deer cleared out of their way, and after skipping over a few fallen logs and thick briars, the forest stopped. Lars' jaw dropped when the bright light beyond the woods shone over a meadow. Flowers of all colors grew everywhere, and butterflies hovered all over. Beyond the horizon, a rainbow formed above the mountains.

He definitely should restrict this area for just himself and Rhen's use.

Rhen, ever the childish one, immediately pulled him down to the grass and told him to pick flowers. She wanted to make flower crowns for both of them. Though he was too old for this game, Lars rolled his eyes and humored her request. Of course he picked out only purple and white flowers, assuming he'd make it for himself.

When she saw her choice of flowers, Rhen flushed, but didn't make a comment. Instead, she went on to teach him how to delicately weave the stems and leaves together. Don't pull too hard; get the base going first; add in the smaller ones after.

Luckily for his teacher, he was a fast learner. Once finished, Lars held out his crown proudly. Rhen cut his celebration short by grabbing his crown and wearing it for herself.

"I think this fits me more than you," she declared, before promptly adding her crown over his head.

From the craftsmanship and the form of this crown - which made it seem like there was nothing holding it around his head - she'd gone with something that seemed more difficult to form. Not that it looked like he was wearing something, when his flower crown was almost bare of flowers and full of leaves. (Rhen one-upped him again. Again. Again! He loved, loved, loved her too much to be mad at her.)

Now flushed himself, Lars crossed his arms and huffed.

"I'll make the better one next time. You'll see."

"Oh, you! Come here!"

Rhen laughed and jumped into his arms, and he welcomed her as they rolled onto the grass that she so fondly compared his hair to. Her purple hair fell perfectly over her face, even when this messy. He brushed the strands away from her blue eyes that mirrored the sky above them, and captured her lips in a lasting kiss.

"So, what are we naming this place? Larshen Town?"

"Oh, Rhen, please don't ruin the moment."

His wide smile betrayed his amusement, so she snuggled against his chest and dared him to think of a better name than that.

Moving to Clearwater (and to Maybe-Larshen Town after) wasn't too bad of an idea, after all!

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Awww thanks Anne <33 You sure have a way for words especially when you’re describing them in such a beautiful way :’)

Guys check out Anne’s fic which she had written about this scene!!! <333

Aight my first art piece done for 2024! This one was actually a wip back in 2022 so I’m not sure if this actually counts lol.

Anyway just enjoy the beautiful view with these babies as they live this happy moment. They picked an undiscovered location near Clearwater which was a whole meadow with flowers everywhere.

Remember that small cave in Clearwater that we go through to enter the forest? Lars accidentally blew the wall using those dynamites to prove a point during an argument (I don’t know what that argument was though lol), and VOILA! Secret location unlocked.

Of course they had to make a flower crown. Where there’s a field of flowers, a floral crown shall be made. Obviously Rhen was the one who made them and taught Lars as she was crafting them.

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Aight my first art piece done for 2024! This one was actually a wip back in 2022 so I’m not sure if this actually counts lol.

Anyway just enjoy the beautiful view with these babies as they live this happy moment. They picked an undiscovered location near Clearwater which was a whole meadow with flowers everywhere.

Remember that small cave in Clearwater that we go through to enter the forest? Lars accidentally blew the wall using those dynamites to prove a point during an argument (I don’t know what that argument was though lol), and VOILA! Secret location unlocked.

Of course they had to make a flower crown. Where there’s a field of flowers, a floral crown shall be made. Obviously Rhen was the one who made them and taught Lars as she was crafting them.

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My final piece of art from March 2024 is this piece for the Aveyond Winter Exchange! I thoroughly enjoyed doing the background for this one, even if I had to do it twice.

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Happy birthday to dear Rhenellaine!

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