#ic : feris

[jours-feries]

Pub Crawl!

[phantasmaw]

 ♢* — OPEN : feris.

 〈 ✥ *〉┊   "Sure, I can take you there," he taps a finger against the roughly indicated area on the map, "but it doesn't mean I'm entirely keen on it. And believe me, it'll cost ya more than a pretty penny to convince someone else to guide you." The wanderer leans back and raises his ale to his lips, but doesn't yet drink. The eyebrow above his covered eye arches. "I ain't going to ask for your reasons-- that's for you to know --but I need a bit of convincing you'll commit. This won't be a journey you can back out of halfway through."

[iqueenlost]

Part 1/5 (probably) of my andreil fake dating au

@givemethedamnflowers @bikevindayy @mai-feri @neilimfinejosten @runpinocchio @youweremyversaillesatnight @paradoxolotl @paysomeonetopaysomeone @asteria-astraeus

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It was all Nicky’s fault.

Well, technically it was Andrew’s stupidity’s fault, but he was going to ignore it and blame Nicky anyway. They were at Nicky’s for Thanksgiving when the pest popped up the question he would ask every family gathering.

“So, Andrew…” he paused dramatically, because why wouldn’t he. “Are you still single?

And that had been it. Andrew was tired, he was working on a case that took a lot from him. A thirteen-years-old boy who had been raped by his stepbrother since he was seven and it was hitting way too close to home that it had given Andrew nightmares. He hadn’t had a good night of sleep for almost three weeks now. So he could be excused when his sleep deprived ass had blurted out. “Neil’s my boyfriend.”

His heart came to an abrupt stop the moment the words left his mouth. He felt his mask of indifference begin to crack as he looked across the table to where Neil was looking at him, a spoonful of mashed potatoes halfway to his open mouth.

Andrew was thoroughly fucked. Of all names he could have used to get Nicky off his back he had to have said Neil’s name. As if Nick didn’t know Neil for years, as if he hadn’t known Neil for years. Besides he had a crush on Neil since they met in his senior year of high school.

Neil carefully placed his spoon in his plate, a mischievous grin forming on his lips, his ice blue eyes glistening dangerously. Again: Andrew was fucked.

“I didn’t think we were going to tell everyone yet.” He said slowly, all fake innocence.

The table exploded with noise that Andrew could barely register, all his attention focused on Neil and his smirk and his stupid good looks. Today he was dressed a bit better than usual, in a brown cashmere sweater and olive green denim jacket, probably a courtesy of Reynolds. The colors blended well with his auburn hair and made him look like the personification of autumn. Most of the freckles on his face were gone with the absence of the hotter summer sun, but Andrew could remember each one of them perfectly. Noticing and remembering each and every little detail about Neil was enough to make Andrew forget where he was and what was happening around him.

Today though his mind was occupied with other things. Why did Neil join in on the lie? Was he only being his chaotic self? He knew Neil was prone to saying anything that came to his mind simply to stir shit up, but usually Andrew knew exactly what he was thinking, or he could make a pretty accurate guess.

“Pay up, bitch!” Aaron’s voice sounded from Andrew’s left. Andrew snapped his head in his direction with a scowl as he took in the scene. Aaron had his hand up in Nicky’s direction, a smug expression settled in his face. Nicky sighed, taking his wallet from his pocket to supposedly pay Aaron.

“Don’t forget my share.” Eric said when Nicky went to put his wallet away. “I told you this was the year.”

“You betted on us?” Andrew asked. That Nicky and Aaron made bets about him wasn't a surprise, but even Eric?

“Of course they did.” Neil said. “And I bet Matt and Dan did as well, it's going to be fun telling them.” he laughed.

“We are not telling them.”

“You told Nicky, I think it's only fair I tell people too.”

It was official, Andrew was going insane. He should have stayed in bed instead of coming to Thanksgiving, he didn't even have something to be thankful for this year, his life was going downhill. They were not a real couple and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what Neil was playing at here. And to be honest whatever it was he was not going to join in. He made a mistake, slipped up a little, but he was going to set things straight and not get tangled up in a lie. Especially not a lie that involved Neil and his messed up idea of fun.

“We’re not.” Andrew crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He opened his mouth to tell everyone the truth when Neil caught him by surprise again. “Let’s not have this discussion now, babe.” He pursed his lips in Andrew's direction and went back to his mashed potatoes. The nickname rolling out of his mouth like this wasn't the first time he ever called Andrew that, like this wasn't a monumental moment in the history of Andrew. Like this wasn't going to come up again as soon as Andrew laid his head on the pillow that night and keep him awake for hours.

Nicky snickered and leaned over Eric to whisper something at him. Aaron paled to a green color, a disgusted expression beginning to form on his face. “Never ever call me that from now on.” He said to Katelyn.

She smiled at him, slapping his shoulder lightly. “I'm happy for you, Andrew.” she said, leaning forward to look at Andrew from her seat on the other side of Aaron’s chair. All Andrew could do was nod at her and go back to his food.

There was a time where he couldn't even look at Katelyn. That was when he thought she wouldn't be good for Aaron and when she showed him she was, he then began to be afraid she would take Aaron away from him and instead of a strained relationship they would have nothing at all. But she didn't take Aaron away on the contrary actually, seeing her relationship with her sisters made Aaron reevaluate his relationship with Andrew. They became closer and after they began to have joint therapy sessions they now had something that resembled what the relationship between brothers should be. Andrew had reached the point where he could admit she was alright most days and even great some days.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Nicky jumped away from Eric and pointed a finger between Andrew and Neil. “We're not ignoring this GREAT revelation and going back to lunch. I need dets, gimme the dets. I need to be fed after watching you two pinning for almost ten years. I earned the right to every juice detail of this relationship. I swear you two got together just when I changed my choice on the bet. I lost fifty bucks.”

“You’re earned nothing and I'm giving you nothing.”

“Oh, don't be shy Andrew. Tell them exactly what goes down between us.” Neil chimed in, biting his lips suggestively while raising his eyebrows at Andrew.

Andrew felt his blood rush downwards with every image his fucked up brain conjured as a result of Neil suggestive expression. Nope. Not the time to be thinking about that.

“Please don't, not at the table.” He vaguely heard Aaron say.

“Stop.” Katelyn scolded. “If Andrew and Neil feel comfortable sharing with us we should hear them as their family.”

“You, Katelyn, are too good for this world,” Neil stated. “And definitely too good for Aaron.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, thank you, I prefer your brother.”

Aaron gagged at that and Andrew got the fuck away from them immediately, Nicky’s delighted cackle following him all the way to the front door. Before he could even open the door he heard the soft taps of Neil’s shoes on the hardwood floor. Usually Neil walked like a ghost without any sound but when he clocked in on the fact that it freaked Andrew out not hearing someone approaching him from behind he always made sure to make his presence known before he reached Andrew. It was one of the things that made Neil different from everyone else. He just got Andrew without Andrew even needing to say anything.

“I’m sorry if it was too much.” He stopped beside Andrew, leaning his back against the wall and looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to get under Aaron’s skin, I didn't think how it would sound to you.”

Andrew gritted his teeth. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” At Andrew snort he continued. “I really don't know. I guess I just didn't want Nicky to catch up on the lie at first, but then I thought it would be funny. You know me, I don't have a sense of humor.”

That wasn't true, Neil could be really funny. Or maybe his sense of humor was just the right amount of acid and sarcastic that his remarks made Andrew want to laugh, even though he didn’t most of the time.

“You’re really not as funny as you think you are.”

“I don't think I am.”

“Exactly.”

The corners of Neil's lips pushed up in a small smile. “We’re okay, right?”

“We were never not okay Neil.”

“Good.” he smiled softly. “Does that mean we still can tell Dan and Matt about the change in our relationship status? And Allison? We have to tell Allison, it’ll be gold.”

“Why would we tell them?” Andrew asked, running his right hand over his face. He was too tired for this, he didn't want to use his brain to solve Neil, even though most of the time it was his favorite thing to do.

“First, funny.” Neil put one finger up. “Second, it really would get Allison off my back about not dating anyone ever.”

“You could just tell her you’re ace and don't want to date. Or tell her to fuck off, whatever works best.” Andrew suggested.

“I know, but I don't want to have this conversation with her, or anyone else really.”

“Because you love to make your life more difficult. And mine, you're really into that.”

“Come on, Andrew. What’s the worst that could happen? We go on a few dates, lie to a couple of friends. I bet we're going to laugh about it in a few years.”

Andrew was sure as hell he would not, but for some reason telling no to Neil was very hard. “Okay.”

“You’re the best, babe.” He said with what looked like an attempt at a flirty smile.

“I’m going to stab you.” Andrew hissed.

“No, you’ll not.” He laughed brightly. “You’re too well adjusted now.”

Andrew almost gasped, and he probably would if he hadn't perfected his bored resting face to a T. “Take that back.”

“Nope.” beamed Neil, he straightened his body and got past Andrew to open the door. “Do you want to get out of here? We can go home and watch some crappy detective show?” He tossed over his shoulder.

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Things I want to make clear:

— Aaron it's homophobic in this au, he just don't want to know about his brother's sex life, or anyone else's for the matter.

— Next part is in revision and it's from Neil's POV

— Little spoiler: Neil's a high school math teacher because I said so 😆

Check Part 2

[samwisethewitch]

Sam's Masterlist of Beginner Resources

These are some of my favorite books, podcasts, and blogs that can help you develop your spiritual practice even if you have zero previous knowledge. All of these resources are approachable enough for total beginners, but I also recommend them for more advanced practitioners who want to brush up on the basics. Some books are listed in multiple categories because they cover multiple topics.

This list will be updated continuously as I find new resources that I want to recommend.

Secular Witchcraft (witchcraft that is not part of an established religious or spiritual tradition)

Witchcraft for Everyone by Sam Wise

A Witch's Guide to Spellcraft by Althaea Sebastiani

"Witchcraft for Skeptics | Science and Theory Behind Magick" by Jessi Huntenburg on YouTube

A Green Witch’s Cupboard by Deborah J. Martin

By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn by Althaea Sebastiani (this book is about protection magic specifically)

Witchcraft Traditions (witchcraft that is part of an established religion or spiritual path)

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

Reclaiming Witchcraft by Irisanya Moon

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Betwixt & Between by Storm Faerywolf (about the Feri tradition)

Witchcraft in History and Culture

Waking the Witch by Pam Grossman

Witches, Sluts, Feminists by Kristen J. Sollee

Witches, Midwives, and Nurses by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deidre English

Paganism

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Irish Paganism: Reconstructing Irish Polytheism by Morgan Daimler

Morgan Daimler's YouTube channel (Irish paganism and Fairy lore)

Lora O'Brien's YouTube channel (Irish paganism)

The Irish Pagan School

Temple of the Cosmos by Jeremy Naydler, Ph.D. (Kemetic paganism)

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith (Norse Heathenry)

On Black Wings: A Site for Fire & Ice Heathen spirituality and practice: https://www.onblackwings.com/

Skald's Keep: https://skaldskeep.com/ (Norse Heathenry) (on tumblr as @skaldish)

North of Annwyn: https://northofannwn.wixsite.com/home (author is Heathen but posts about magic and paganism more generally; author is currently on hiatus) (on tumblr as @north-of-annwn)

American Folk Magic

New World Witchery podcast

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon (Southern folkloric witchcraft)

Roots, Branches & Spirits by H. Byron Ballard (Appalachian folk magic)

Sticks, Stones, Roots, and Bones by Stephanie Rose Bird (Hoodoo, African-American magic)

Jambalaya by Luisah Teish (New Orleans Voodoo and African-American women's spirituality)

Divination

Kitchen Table Tarot by Melissa Cynova

Astrology for Real Life by Theresa Reed

Fifty-four Devils: The Art & Folklore of Fortune-telling with Playing Cards by Cory Thomas Hutcheson

Religion, Spirituality, and Politics

"Rethinking How Paganism Engages Culture" by Sam Wise (blog post: https://www.samwisethewitch.com/post/rethinking-how-paganism-engages-culture)

Bringing Race to the Table edited by Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams

"Witchcraft PSA: The Chakras & Cultural Appropriation" by Anthony the Witch on Tumblr (https://anthonythewitch.tumblr.com/post/187293358858/witchcraft-psa-the-chakras-cultural)

Bright-sided by Barbara Ehrenreich (deals with toxic positivity)

McMindfulness by Ronald Purser (this one is a little bit dense but has a very important message about how American mindfulness culture misappropriates Buddhist practices)

[norwegiatlas]

Short 1st Person Sentences in Norwegian About Summer

Jeg er varm. / I'm warm.

Jeg koker. / I'm boiling.

Jeg svetter. / I'm sweating.

Jeg er på stranda. / I'm at the beach.

Jeg bader i sjøen. / I'm bathing in the sea.

Jeg har på solbriller. / I'm wearing sunglasses.

Jeg tar på solkrem. / I'm applying sunscreen.

Jeg glemte solkrem. / I forgot sunscreen.

Jeg soler meg. / I'm sunbathing.

Jeg har fått farge. / I have gotten a tan.

Jeg er solbrent. / I'm sunburned.

Jeg har fri. / I have time off.

Jeg er på ferie. / I am on vacation.

Jeg er i Syden. / I am in Syden.

Jeg har sommerjobb. / I have a summer job.

Jeg spiser is. / I'm eating ice cream.

Jeg hører måkeskrik. / I hear seagull screeches.

Jeg liker sommer. / I like summer.

(photo is not mine, found here)

[greenbagjosh]

Monday 18 November 2002 - second visit to Munich - Marienplatz and Viktualienmarkt - the perfect Schwibbogen - Schäufele at the Tucher gastropub

18 November 2002

EN  Hi everyone.  Twenty years ago I was still on my vacation to Germany, Scandinavia and Switzerland.  This would be my last full day.  I visited Munich, particularly Europapark, then the Marienplatz downtown.  I did not spend long there, I went back to Nürnberg and did my remaining shopping.  Then I packed up to go home on the 19th.  

DE  Hallo allerseits. Vor zwanzig Jahren war ich noch im Urlaub in Deutschland, Skandinavien und der Schweiz. Das wäre mein letzter ganzer Tag. Ich habe München besucht, besonders den Europapark, dann den Marienplatz in der Innenstadt. Ich hielt mich dort nicht lange auf, fuhr zurück nach Nürnberg und erledigte meine restlichen Einkäufe. Dann packte ich zusammen, um am 19. nach Hause zu gehen.

DK  Hej allesammen. For tyve år siden var jeg stadig på min ferie til Tyskland, Skandinavien og Schweiz. Dette ville være min sidste hele dag. Jeg besøgte München, især Europapark, derefter Marienplatz downtown. Jeg tilbragte ikke længe der, jeg tog tilbage til Nürnberg og gjorde mine resterende indkøb. Så pakkede jeg sammen for at tage hjem den 19.

SE  Hej allihopa. För tjugo år sedan var jag fortfarande på min semester till Tyskland, Skandinavien och Schweiz. Detta skulle vara min sista hela dag. Jag besökte München, särskilt Europapark, sedan Marienplatz i centrum. Jag tillbringade inte länge där, jag åkte tillbaka till Nürnberg och gjorde mina resterande shopping. Sen packade jag ihop för att åka hem den 19:e.

FR  Salut tout le monde. Il y a vingt ans, j'étais encore en vacances en Allemagne, en Scandinavie et en Suisse. Ce serait ma dernière journée complète. J'ai visité Munich, notamment Europapark, puis la Marienplatz en centre-ville. Je n'y suis pas resté longtemps, je suis retourné à Nürnberg et j'ai fait mes courses restantes. Puis j'ai fait mes valises pour rentrer chez moi le 19.

Guten Morgen!  Good morning!  

Today would be my last full day in Europe until August 2003.  I would visit Munich, and then come back to Nürnberg to do some final shopping before going back to the hotel.  I would find the perfect gift for my mother, in the Handwerkerhof.

I managed to arrive at the hotel the previous evening at a more decent hour so I could wake up by 7 AM.  I had breakfast, then took a shower and took the U1 to Nürnberg Hbf.  I boarded the ICE train to Munich Hbf via Augsburg.  So far it was the only ICE connection until years later when it went through Donauwörth and Ingolstadt.  The train left about 8 AM, and made a stop about 8:35 AM in Augsburg Hbf.  Then it continued to München Hbf.  I was listening to the radio and happened to tune in Bayern 3.  It was playing "Dilemma" by Nelly and Kelly.  I cannot remember the other songs though, will have to refer to the audio tape which I had recorded at the time.

At München Hbf I accidentally dropped my radio.  It did not completely break it but the hinge for the cassette would not completely close unless I jiggled it a bit.  It was a misfortune.  I went on to the U1-U2 station, bought a day pass, and took the U2 to the Am Hart station.  I took a shuttle bus for the V Markt, or rather, the Walmart, which had replaced it.  I used to go there a few times a week after work when I was living there in Summers of 1997 and 1998.  Prices were cheaper than in downtown, especially for food.  I bought a couple of beers to take home.  Then I took the shuttle to Kieferngarten, the other stop with a U Bahn connection.  I took it southbound to Marienplatz, through Münchner Freiheit that converges with the M3 that came from the west, namely Olympiazentrum which eventually was extended to Moosach.

I walked to the Viktualienmarkt and the Rathaus at Marienplatz.  I also walked towards the Karlsplatz past the St. Michael church.  I had been there in the winter when there was snow, months before.  I did not go to the Hofbrauhaus until at least August 2003, so this time I just took the S Bahn back to Hbf and tried to find a train back to Nürnberg through Augsburg.  At München Hbf, I took a 1:51 PM train to Nürnberg Hbf through Augsburg.  I arrived about 3 PM.

In Nürnberg, I walked from Lorenzkirche to Weißer Turm and back.  At one department store, I think, Hertie, I was at the World of Music, and listened to two CDs that I thought I should buy.  One was the follow up CD Unbelievable by Sarah Connor.  Months earlier, in Sevilla, Spain, I had bought her debut CD "Green Eyed Soul".  I passed on that sadly.  Another one was Otto Waalkes in concert.  One of his songs was a parody of Toto's "Africa", called "Arschgesicht".  That cracked me up.  

I had to find something for my mother, and the time was getting short.  4 PM on a November afternoon is not exactly late, but if one is flying home the next day, it is better to find something to buy earlier than later.  I went to the Handwerkerhof and found a shop that sold Schwibbogen.  I found one powered by candles.  I asked the saleslady to put it in a box, and she had the exact box to pack it in.  I think it cost around € 30,00.  I bought similar presents in that area, even a bottle of Frankish wine in a distinctive bottle, which is kind of flat, not the usual cylindrical type.  Also I bought some delicious Lebkuchen to take back home.  I also bought some candies for my colleagues at work to enjoy.

For supper, I went to the Tucher Mautkeller on Königstraße, towards Lorenzkirche.  I had to go one flight of stairs down.  I had a Schäufele, which was a pork shoulder, cole slaw and potato dumpling.  I had it with glass of Tucher Dunkel.  It was excellent.  I paid about € 30 for the meal.  

I walked back to Hbf and took the U1 back to Maximilianstraße, the bus 38 to Lenkersheimer Straße, and back to the hotel.  I had to pack up my bags to see where I could put my beers, the Schwibbogen, wine and other things.  Then I went to sleep.

I hope you will join me on my long journey home, through Washington DC Dulles and an unexpected "change of gauge", and a movie with shouts of "Jiggance!" from Portia de Rossi.

Gute Nacht!  Good night!

[nintendouniverse2023]

The following progressive of My Batman AU resembles some new origin stories and new accomplishments between the DC Universe.

Bio: Victor Fries was the husband of Nora Fries and one of GothCorp's most brilliant scientists and cryogenic researchers. When Nora was infected with a deadly disease, he developed a special freezing cell and planned to cryogenically hold until a cure was found. However, Fries had been misappropriating GothCorp's money, which left the company in debt and the experiment unauthorized. Fries was interrupted by GothCorp's CEO Ferris Boyle and a fight ensued and the scientist was knocked into a lab table full of beakers which exploded. The resulting explosion smashed him into his cryogenic freezing tanks and the accident soaked his entire body with the freezing solution and rendered him unable to survive outside of a sub-zero environment. Vowing revenge on those who had wronged him, he was known as "Mr. Freeze" as he created a vacuum tight suit which maintained his body temperature at 50 degrees below zero and tripled his strength and a laser-powered cold gun.

A year later, Reports of a man wearing a big refrigerated cryogenic suit attack Gotham with a ice gun, freezing the roads, cars and people causing multiple accidents and deaths, leaving GCPD unable to stop as they call him, Mr Freeze. Batman goes to GothCorp and investigates before the police can. After investigating the building, he then discovers that Mr Freeze’s real name was Victor Fries. He was a scientist who worked at Gothcorp. He’s been taking its funds to find a cure for his dying wife Nora Fries, But Board of Gothcorp Ferris Boyle didn’t like it which led to a conflict to stop him. The sudden pressure change caused the container to explode, and released a plume of cryogenic chemicals that doused Victor, Feris escaped but put the lab into quarantine. Victor survived but had to survive under Sub Zero temperature but at the cost of Nora’s death. Victor's grief was overwhelmed by anger and hungry for vengeance. He then spent the entire year planning for revenge on Boyle. In the Batcave, While making heat gadgets, Batman and Alfried understand Victor’s pain and realize tomorrow is Humanitarian of the year and where Mr Freeze will make a move and the next day, he did make a move. Freeze was gonna kill Boyle, Batman arrives in time to confront him and tries to reason with him but his cold heart blinded only one he loved is dead. The two of them began to fight as Batman tries to get the People out as he can while Freeze mostly freezes him. After Batman defeats Freeze by his heat gadgets, Captain Gordon preapers to arrest the bat, Then Batman explains that a year ago, Feris Boyle was responsible for 1st degree murder of Nora Fries and the creat Victor Fries into Mr Freeze. He also explains that he’s no threat to Gotham and wants to protect the innocent and stop the bad people. Gordon can’t even tell Batman wasn’t even lying but will try some GCPD try not to kill him leaving Batman hope the Captain will understand , saying to Boyle “Goodnight Humanitarian.” Feris Boyle was exposed and fired, Mr Freeze was kept in a special sub-zero cell at prison called Blackgate Penitentiary.

Batman saws Mr Freeze’s story a sad one, Batman knows Freeze wasn’t himself as much but he will hopefully give up this life and return to society someday. Unfortunately Freeze was reversed back, he wouldn’t be himself anymore and there’s no melting his heart this time. This leads to Mr Freeze to be sent into on of The Patients at Arkham Asylum, Under a new SubZero cell at the Penitentiary Wing. Mr Freeze would commit many frozen related crimes and The Batman would always be there stop him. Sometimes with an allie or two.

Appearance: It was a inspiration from the Arkham version,and DCAU Batman Beyond version

Voice Actor: Maurice LaMarche

Age: 45

Height: 6.1ft *Without the suit* 7.3 *In the Suit*

Weight: 145 ib *Without the suit* 259 ibs *In the suit

Personality: Mental Depressed, Psychotic, Greff, Anger Problem and Emotionless

Favorite Foods: Vengeance

Family: Nora Fries *Wife/Deceased*

Allies: Riddler, Black Mask, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Scarecrow and Harley Quinn

Enemies: Batman Team, The GCPD, Great White Shark, Most of the Rogues Gallery

Likes: None

Dislikes: Bring up or Make made comments on his dead wife, The Heat and constant failure

[jakartabubbledrink-blog]

5 Tempat Terbaik untuk Menikmati Bubble Tea Kekinian di Tengah Kesibukanmu Dalam kesibukanmu yang superpadat, tak ada salahnya kamu menyempatkan waktu untuk healing dan memanjakan diri dengan menikmati bubble tea kekinian.  Jika kamu masih bingung mencari varian apa dan tempatnya, tenang saja! Jakarta Bubble Drink memberikan ulasan 5 tempat terbaik untuk menyempurnakan pengalaman healingmu bersama bubble tea kekinian. Kelima tempat tersebut adalah sebagai berikut: Chatime Chatime telah beroperasi di Indonesia di bawah naungan Kawan Lama Group sejak 2011. Brand ini dikenal sebagai penyedia minuman teh seduh khas Taiwan dengan lebih dari 50 varian rasa yang beragam. Tersedia 6 kategori minuman, seperti signature milk tea, tea presso, smoothies, tea rrific, coffee and latte, serta mood refresh. Dengan 389 gerai di seluruh Indonesia, Chatime menjadi brand bubble tea dengan gerai terbanyak, bukan hanya di Indonesia, tetapi juga di dunia. Mixue Brand ice cream soft serve asal Tiongkok, Mixue, tidak hanya menghadirkan berbagai macam es krim beraroma buah-buahan. Mereka juga ahli dalam membuat minuman brown sugar dengan topping boba. Selain brown sugar boba, kamu bisa mencoba variasi boba lainnya seperti milkshake boba atau creamy mango boba tea. Rasanya dijamin bikin kamu ketagihan! Sultan Boba  Sultan Boba, saudara dari brand Kopi Kenangan, menawarkan Brown Sugar Boba dengan golden caviar boba, boba berwarna emas yang kenyal, chewy, dan lembut. Sultan Boba mengimpor bobanya langsung dari Taiwan lho, sehingga kualitasnya tidak main-main. Haus! Haus! didirikan pada Juni 2018 oleh Gufron Syarif, Daman, Feri, dan Sigit, menawarkan berbagai minuman kekinian dengan beragam varian rasa. Haus! mengincar pasar segmen ekonomi menengah ke bawah dengan harga terjangkau. Hingga kini, Haus! telah mengoperasikan 126 gerai yang tersebar di wilayah Jabodetabek, Bandung, dan Surabaya. Jakarta Bubble Drink (JBD)  Jakarta Bubble Drink (JBD) telah menjadi pemasok bubuk minuman berkualitas dan terkemuka di Indonesia sejak tahun 2012. JBD memiliki izin edar BPOM dan Halal BPJPH dan MUI pertama di industri bahan baku makanan dan minuman. JBD menjangkau pasar di seluruh Indonesia.  Pengen lebih akrab dengan JBD? Kamu bisa mampir ke Jl. Ciputat Raya No.20A, Pondong. Pinang, Kebayoran Lama, Jakarta Selatan. Kami tunggu kedatanganmu, ya. Jadi, sekarang pilihlah tempat yang sesuai dengan selera dan keinginanmu untuk menikmati bubble tea kekinian yang memanjakan lidahmu. Selamat mencoba pengalaman minuman boba yang menyenangkan dan segera kunjungi salah satu dari 5 tempat terbaik ini!

[yatmoharany]

Seminggu lg cuti akhir tahun ni jika nak pi Penang pakai feri, sekarang kena turun bawah dari Penang Sentral masuk ke dlm terminal feri baru wohhh. Siap ada promo naik feri FREE beb pakai IC ja - cuma daftar di kaunter & terus pakai scan masuk, difahamkan percuma hingga 31 Dis ni la tempohnya. Tapi selesa la dok lepak dlm terminal - dgn pengecasan fon pon boleh kat situ sementara nak tunggu feri mai. Naik feri ni dah mcm ke Langkawi la tapi ok ha sekurangnya pengangkutan pi pulau masih ada, cuma jgn ralik berjalan dah di sana lama2, nak naik semula kalau hang lewat mai kompom disuruh lari laju gila2 punya! Terima kasih @penang_port masih ada tanggungjawab sentiasa pastikan feri ni terus berjalan tanpa henti setiap hari utk mudahkan org ulang-alik bekerja & melancong antara tanah besar & pulau, selamat bercuti hujung 2022 noh #Yat2022 👌🛳️🌁🏝️ (Pengkalan Sultan Abdul Halim Ferry Terminal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmigoneJmOp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dennisasp]

Island - del 1

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Island - del 1

Røgskyen fra vulkanen uden for Reykjavik

Allerede sidste år havde vi kig på at rejse til Island kraftigt inspireret af en venindes flotte billeder derfra. Desværre måtte vi lægge den plan på hylden på grund af hele pandemisituationen, og derfor blev sommerferie 2021 afholdt i Kroatien. Det skrev jeg selvfølgelig om sidste år, og det kan du læse her.

I 2022 var situationen heldigvis anderledes, og derfor satte vi i alt 15 dage i august af til, at opleve Island alias The Land of Fire and Ice. Fra starten var det planen at leje en bil med mulighed for overnatning, for at kunne komme så meget rundt på øen som muligt i det tempo, der undervejs ville vise sig at være passende. Det var en helt perfekt plan, for allerede inden vi tog afsted, havde vi ændret planen, da der pludseligt viste sig at være et aktivt vulkanudbrud lidt uden for Reykjavik.

Reykjavik, regnvejr og røgskyer

Da vi begyndte nedstigningen mod Keflavik Lufthavn, spejdede vi efter glødende røde lavasøer på landjorden og høje røgskyer på himlen. Der var dog ikke meget at få øje på, for heldigvis var udbruddet ikke i samme skala som da Eyjafjallajökull i 2010 indhyllede hele Island og store dele af Europa i sort røg. Men det var faktisk muligt at se røgsøjlen fra udbruddet fra luften, og på busturen fra lufthavnen til centrum blev vi mere og mere sikre på, at det var røgen fra vulkanen vi havde set. Vi glædede os til at se vulkanen og var spændte på, om der over hovedet var noget at se. Inden da havde vi dog en hel dag til at udforske den islandske hovedstad, Reykjavik.

Hallgrimskirkja, Reykjavik

Man bør nok have for øje, at med en befolkning på omkring 120.000, er det begrænset hvor meget, der kan være at opleve i byen. Vi kunne gå hele byen rundt, og hovedattraktionerne må siges at være det fantastiske forårsagtige augustvejr (set med danske briller) og den store Hallgrimskirkja med sin unikke form. I mindre skala bød Reykjavik også på to små og hyggelige shopping gader spækket ved street art.

Bridge Between Continents

På andendagen afhentede vi vores bil – en Dacia Duster med tagtelt. Udlejeren kløede sig lidt i skægget, da vi i stiv kuling og øsende regnvejr svarede nej til spørgsmålet om, hvorvidt vi vidste, hvordan teltet fungerede. Vi fik en hurtig introduktion til vores camping udstyr, mens vi stille spekulerede på, om det nu var klogt, at vi allerede havde dedikeret os til 12 overnatninger på taget af den bil. Vi fik dog det tip, at hvis det ikke fungerede med teltet, kunne vi altid trække madrassen ned i bilen og sove der.

Vejret blev desværre ikke spor bedre, men vi havde en lang liste med ting vi ville opleve, så vi trodsede vejret og kørte mod Bridge Between Continents. Et kort men fuldkomment møde med Island: Kløften, den midtatlantiske ryg, dannet af de tektoniske plader Eurasien og Nordamerika, der hvert år driver ca. 2 cm længere fra hinanden. Det sorte livløse sand der fyldte hullet, og det utaknemmelige islandske sommervejr udgjort af stormvejr, kulde og regn. Efter at have krydset broen fra det ene kontinent til det andet og retur, måtte vi se os slået af vejret. Vi er ganske vist vikinger, men vores påklædning var til ferie ikke til en overlevelsestur i polarcirklen. ”If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes.” som de siger… Efter at været kommet i noget tørt tøj, søgte vi tilflugt i nogle shopping centre og forsøgte at få det bedste ud af dagen. Og henad eftermiddagen blev vejret til sidst ganske udmærket.

Strandkirkja Free Camping.

Trods en hård opstart på vores roadtrip nåede vi forbi Kleifarvatn, hvor det dog var lidt tåget, et par små tilfældige stop fordi alting var så smukt (dog ingenting i forhold til hvad der ventede) og et kig på vores første møde med geotermiske områder: Krýsuvík. Blot omkring 2.000 km hjemmefra finder man så anderledes natur, hvor kogende vand bobler op ad jorden, vandet der løber ned ad bjergene er alt mellem et par grader og op til 100 grader. Hele området var indhyllet i damp og lugtede af svovl – hvis du ikke ved hvordan svovl lugter, så er det samme dunst, som når man slår en rigtig god æggeprut. Vi vandrede et godt stykke op ad bjerget, hvorfor vi kunne se en grønlig kratersø kaldet Grænavatn, som vi udpegede som stedet for vores aftensmad, inden vi fortsatte til Islands ene af to tilbageværende gratis campingområder: Strandkirkja. (Det andet er Bíldudalur i det nordvestlige Island.)

Krýsuvík udenfor Reykjavik

Dag 3 – Vulkanudbruddet

Vejret var perfekt – stille, solrigt og omkring 10 grader – da vi drog mod Fagradalsfjall og den nu aktive vulkan. Navnet dækker over et 5 x 16 km område med flere nylige udbrud, blandt andet i 2021 hvor området var aktivt halvdelen af året og dannede en del vulkaner. Over 7 km gik vi fra hovedvejen op i bjergene forbi de golde lavamarker, der stadig dampede og forbi de gamle udslukte kratere. Det var svært at forestille sig, at alt det der nu lå på jorden, nogensinde kunne være spruttet op af nogle huller i jorden… og så tilmed i form af en slags tung flydende sten. En stor del af ruten gik henover øde marker af sten kun guidet af nogle pinde (og den lange række af turister). Til sidst drejede ruten mod højre og gik ned ad.

Fagradalsfjall Vulkan

Det var ikke til at se hvordan turen sluttede. Pludseligt fra et øjeblik til det næste, kunne man se det åbne vulkankrater i dalen. ”Wow!” hørte jeg mig selv udbryde, og en amerikaner et par meter bag mig tilføjede ”holy shit!”. Vi satte os på skråningen og kiggede på vulkanen. Det var et helt fantastisk og surrealistisk syn, selvom man udmærket ved hvordan den slags ser ud. På samme måde som man kan kigge på floder eller bål i en evighed, kunne vi stirre på kombinationen af begge dele, indtil vi blev for kolde af at sidde stille. Vi fik spist vores frokost og drukket en kop kaffe, og taget et hav af billeder og videoer af den spruttende lava og de langsomt kravlende magmafloder inden vi gik de 7 km tilbage igen.

Fagradalsfjall Vulkan 2022

Islands varme undergrund havde dog endnu mere at byde på, så vi tog til Reykjadalur for at bade i de varme kilder. Først skulle vi vandre lidt igen, for de første mange varme vandhuller var kogende. Det var en noget grønnere område med både får og vandfald. Et par km oppe ad bjerget gik man langs et lille vandløb, hvor der var bygget en lille badebro langs bredden.

Reykjadalur hot springs

Vandet udsprang af en varm kilde længere oppe i bjerget, og her kunne vi så skifte til badetøj i 10 graders “varme”, og dyppe os ned i det 40 grader varme å-løb. Når det hele blev lidt for varmt, kunne man altid læne hovedet op ad bredden, og lade sig køle af det iskolde vand der løb gennem græsset og ned i åen. Efter en gang aftensmad og et kort stop ved Kerid Crater – et gammelt rødt vulkankrater med blåt vand i bunden – slog vi teltet op ved Borg Campsites, kravlede op på taget og gik til ro.

Dag 4 – Den gyldne cirkel

Den Gyldne Cirkel er en klassisk dagstur fra Reykjavik med de mest gængse attraktioner i Island. Derfor skulle vi naturligvis også have den rundtur med, inden vi for alvor kørte østpå. Første stop var ved Brúarfoss vandfaldet. Vi var de første til at sætte bilen og vandre ud langs floden. Igen var vi utroligt heldige med vejret, og kunne bare nyde de første 2 km gennem træerne inden vi kom til det første vandfald, Hlauptungufoss. Det var ikke stort, men vandet var krystalblot, og man kunne komme helt tæt på. Herfra fortsatte vi en halv kilometer langs floden til næste vandfald, Miðfoss og yderligere en kilometer til hovedattraktionen Brúarárfoss, et vandfald der nærmest har brækket floden over i to, og lader vandet falde ned i midten af floden. Så fik vi også vandret 7 km i dag, og mens de nytilkomne kæmpede for at finde en parkeringsplads, kunne vi spise frokost i bilen og fortsætte turen.

Brúarárfoss, Den Gyldne Cirkel

Efter et kort stop ved vandfaldet Faxi kom vi til et must see på Island: Gejserne ved Haukadalur. Det er pudsigt som utallige vandhuller med fuldstændig blåt og kogende vand samler sig her. Den helt store turistmagnet var gejseren Strokkur, der med regelmæssige udbrud hver ca. 10. minut skyder en vandsøjle 20-25 meter op i luften. Det kunne man nemt stå og kigge på i timevis. Ved siden af finder man et endnu større hul nemlig gejseren Geysir, der er verdens ældste gejser og også har givet navn til fænomenet. Den er desværre mest aktiv ifm. jordskælv, hvor den ellers skyder op mod 80 meter. Desværre var det lidt gråt i vejret, så billederne af Strokkur blev ikke fantastiske, men oplevelsen fejlede bestemt ingenting, og så var det gratis både at besøge og parkere ved.

Næste stop: Kæmpevandfaldet Gullfoss. Egentligt er det to vandfald, som går på tværs af floden i en 45 graders vinkel modsat af hinanden. Det første vandfald er 11 meter højt og det næste er 21. Klippevæggene omkring den nederste del af floden er 70 meter høje. Her kan man både se og høre de voldsomme naturkræfter, der har formet landskabet, mens 140 m3 i sekundet vand løber igennem (ja, 140.000 L hvert sekund). Modsat mange andre vandfald, var det her muligt at beundre det både på afstand, ved bredden og oppefra. Dog bliver man lidt våd af støvregnen, hvilket også vanskeliggør fotografering. Men man skal også stå der for at kunne mærke de enorme naturkræfter, der er og har været på spil i området.

Gullfoss, Den Gyldne Cirkel

Jeg kan i øvrigt anbefale et hvil i cafeteriet – det er (modsat alt andet i Island) ganske billigt, og man kan oplade sine elektroniske enheder mens man holder en pause.

På vej ned mod sydkysten gjorde vi et kort stop ved Brúarhlöð Canyon (den lyseblå kløft), inden vi spiste aftensmad på Valhalla Restaurant – en sand vikingerestaurant med langborde og øksekast og vi fik naturligvis ribs og øl.

Brúarhlöð Canyon (den lyseblå kløft)

Her slutter del 1 af min beretning om turen til Island. Jeg har ikke kunnet begrænse mig, og da turen var 15 dage lang, blev mit blogindlæg også temmelig langt. Derfor følger næste del som et separat indlæg inden længe… Du kan jo tilmelde dig nyhedsbrevet, så du ikke går glip af det, eller følge mig på Facebook og Instagram.

[blacknovelist]

curiosity

"What is that?"

Feri'um hums, jolting their pan and sending a fresh wave of sizzling into the air. Little claws prick at his shoulder as Kal Myhk alights there, wings a-flutter as the little dragon tries to fold them and peer down at the little stoveset at the same time. He breathes long and deep over the steam, then rattles his head.

"This smell is unfamiliar to me. So many pieces to it, swirling together... what is it, Feri'um?"

"Lunch," Feri' replies. They waft some of the smoke in and consider the pan before reaching for their bag. It takes them a moment to find a sprig of mint within, and they lift it for Kal Myhk to see. He dutifully sniffs it and Feri'um holds back a laugh as he jerks a little.

"Sharp! But not bad. Very similar to other plants I have seen Mother use... like the cold, yet not." Kal Myhk peers up at their face from around their horn. "So this is what you eat normally?"

"One of the things!" Feri' adds the sprig to the pan and stirs. They'd only meant to do meat and mushrooms, but, well. Easy to get carried away when adding a sauce. "I'm trained as a cook so I have more options than most— but many people can't eat meat raw unless it's treated in a certain way, so they'd need to sear it with heat first anyway. We can add seasonings to make it taste better or different, too, if we have any."

Kal Myhk tilts his head. "Not raw... so what if you lack for your fire?"

They chuckle. "I have magic, I think that's impossible."

The little dragon stomps gently on a bare patch of shoulder and they squawk. "Still! What if something happens? You could be surrounded by the finest prey and yet be left bereft."

"I'd look for fruits or something, then. We use plants for a lot more than soothing aches and healing pains. These," they point to the rounded shapes of the mushrooms in their pan, "are fungi, for example. I could live off only them for a long time. I'm also trained in botany, so I probably won't poison myself by mistake."

Kal Myhk hums, but he still shifts on his perch. Feri' tries not to wince and gives the simmering concoction another stir. "And if there are none of those, either? The lands of Ishgard are harsh and frosted. I imagine there must be corners unfortunately free of such greenery."

"Then if I can't find, that's what this is for." Feri turns down the heat and lifts their ingredient bag, turning the lip inside-out to show Kal Myhk the silvery fabric within. He leans in to study. "Careful now. It keeps food fresh. This material on the inside retains a chill as long as I remember to keep some ice in it, and the outside is thick, see? Then there are more layers between the two, to help keep temperature from escaping. I carry a lot of food with me quite regularly, and some of it can last nearly forever in the right conditions."

"I see. Very useful, for one who flits about as you do."

At last mollified, Kal Myhk settles down on his perch and turns his attention off and away, apparently content to simply savor in company. Free from the ministrations of ever-shifting tiny claws, Feri takes the opportunity to pull out a container.

For a minute, all is at peace. In the distance, sprites crackle and shrubs sway. A young dravanian revels in the presence of his strange auri friend, and only sometimes glances back down at whatever odd thing it is they are doing right now. The au ra does not glance back, wholly occupied by their task, and for want of something to do Kal Myhk keeps a diligent eye on the surrounding wildlife— unlikely though it may be they would spring at the duo so close to Anyx Trine.

Or at least, he does until a small plate brimming with food is thrust into his peripheral. He turns, startled, and meets Feri'um's open gaze.

"I made plenty."

Kal Myhk considers them a moment, then the plate. Delicately, he pulls one of the chunks of meat from the pale sauce and, with a quick flick, swallows it down. He blinks a few times and looks at it again, and Feri'um smiles. They place the dish down on the stone beside them and take up their own full container, small metal tool in hand.

"Here. Just leave anything you don't want, we'll toss it into the shrub later."

"Thank you."

The spices and meat both are unfamiliar to Kal Myhk, and blended as they are any resemblance they might have once borne to the creatures here in the forelands has long faded. And while he can't imagine eating something so rich and messy for each meal, well. He'd been good lately, so this could probably count as a treat, right?

In no time at all, they both devour their meals. It takes a moment for Kal Myhk to figure out how to hook his claws under the porcelain without dropping it, and another to flick the remains of sauce and herbs free. Feri'um wraps it in a cloth before returning it to their bag.

"I should think I might like to see more of your strange cooked dishes someday, Feri'um." Kal Myhk tosses his head eagerly. "I was unaware mankind's meals could be so flavorful, even if cooked meat seems almost a waste. I'd not eat it forever, the way you must to survive— but a delightful exception, nonetheless."

Feri' grins. "I'm glad it has your seal of approval. A lot of dishes like that are very different from one another, so when next I come back I'll try to have something new."

"It is a promise, then."

[phantasmaw]

♢* —  @saintsdawn /  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

〈 ✥ *〉┊   Sweat and disquiet prickle down the nape of the wayward knight’s neck as his chest heaves with great gasps of breath. Aching arms hold his greatsword aloft, the sharp end of its heavy-weighted blade pointing down towards the ground. Right now, it is not a sword so much as a shield. As he fights to catch his breath, he stares, unblinking, over the ornately carved hilt. When his gaze catches Florence’s, his heart drops somewhere down into his stomach. It’s almost enough to have slightly trembling fingers uncurl from around the handle. Almost. 

    It’s not the first time the other knight has been on the opposite end of his blade. They both have needs to meet, separate paths to follow; sometimes, those paths cross on rocky terrain. Those instances have always been few and far between, and any harm done dissipated in the frothing foam of shared drinks and, if called for, needlework on battle-worn skin. The tension that existed before lives now only in memory. He would have even argued no tension existed at all. A bit of healthy rivalry, certainly. But never any true ill-will, nor any personal grievance. 

     Until now. 

     “Flo,” he drawls the other’s nickname as casually as he typically would when greeting them, albeit with far more rasp. He even grins as he usually would. Or he tries to. He’s entirely certain his good eye does not light up with warm comradery as it normally would when they join him inside a dingy tavern or take his side in a petty squabble among the other wayfarers. But it’s the least he can do to show he won’t turn the deadly slant of the blade upon them. Not yet. It’s a precaution, to have a weapon as strong as this to buffer the tides of crackling uncertainty between the two of them. He swallows, the tendons of his neck straining to work past the lump of dread forming in the middle of his throat. He hates that, in the moment, their name feels foreign in his mouth. Like he’s not quite sure how it should sound when shaped by his voice. 

      Feris takes an experimental step to the side, boxing himself further out of reach. He lowers his greatsword out of an actively readied position, but doesn’t yet murmur the spell that would store it away. He can’t. He can’t. It would make him an incredible ally to cast aside his means of protection and shout their praises for such a definitive end of that grueling battle against such a harrowing foe. They’ve saved the two of them countless wounds and fatigue. He should be slinging an arm over their shoulders and laughing between wheezing breaths about how they should have pulled those stops a long time ago. But doing so would also make him a gargantuan fool. 

      “....I’m not going to ask you to explain,” he says between heavy breaths, and he can’t hide the slight quaver of his voice. He shouldn’t be saying this to them. While they haven’t exactly bared their souls to each other, they also aren’t strangers keeping poison-coated secrets in the dark. Now is the time to offer an open hand. To assure them that he understands the burden of cryptic and coveted power. To say that, while he cannot begin to fathom where that surge of destruction came from, he does not fear it. Not when it’s their hands wielding it. Yet he does not. Self-preservation demands nothing less than the possible burning of this bridge he’s only halfway crossed in finding who he believes could be a true friend. And so self-resentment for it stains the inside of his mouth with a bitter taste as, instead, he intones, “But I do need to ask you to tell me just how long you’ve been capable of doing… that.”

[iandrb]

lunch date with fery <3

she doesn’t like the kimchi HAHAHAH so i ate the kimchi that she gave to me.

look at my eyes here 😃 i just wanted to buy liquid foundation but the sales lady asked me if i would like to try the foundation, so i agree because i want to make sure that what i’m going to buy really matches mu skin tone cause the price ain’t a joke. so the sales lady didn’t seem contented to put only liquid foundation,,, she really made a full face make up without even asking me if i want to 😭

after going to watsons, we decided to roam around the mall. she looks like some kind of celebrity here HAHAHAHAH

ice cream nextttt while walking

tried sum fishcake???

[hxroccmplexarchived]

@phantasmaw​ asked: "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes?" Feris might be a little tipsy, but he knows exactly what he's doing when he winds his arm back and delivers a solid SMACK right on Deimos's ass. He even has the audacity to squeeze. "Figure we've mooched off this fine establishment more 'n enough. How 'bout we head up for the evening and spend the night doing nothing but a bit of chase kissing and holding hands over the covers?"

      Deimos is all too aware of Feris approaching behind him, he’s already familiarized himself with the way the diplomat’s steps sound- even if the rhythm was a tad off. Due to Feris’s intoxication, no doubt. The prince is quick to say his farewell’s to both his acquaintances, ready to slip an arm around Feris’s waist and lead them both back to the palace walls. A grin is already set in place when he hears Feris take that first breath, and he’s about to turn to meet the other man’s gaze. 

Until he’s stunned into place by the bone rattling smack to his ass. 

The prince sucks in a sharp breath, hard enough to feel like there was a jab at his lung. The sting at his ass only heightens when Feris squeezes over the forming bruise, and Deimos couldn’t even process what was said to him. The poor royal was still struggling to grasp what just happened. Working every IQ point to wrap his brain around Feris’s actions. His ass was just slapped- He, the new crowned prince of Rasolis, was smacked so hard it felt like his soul was forced from his body. Deimos couldn’t even find himself admiring the knight’s strength, not when it was being used on him. Not when it was being used on a very sensitive, normally untouched part of his body. 

Deimos stiffly turns his head, brows scrunched together when he see’s Feris’s grinning face. The bastard son never considered himself a stick in mud, at least, when compared to his ( now dead ) brothers. But being slapped on the ass was an entirely new, and unexpected experience. He wasn’t sure how to react, his mind racing, yet empty all at once. What does he say? Do? What measures does he take-? For once in life, Deimos was not two steps ahead, he did not suspect this outcome and prepare for it. He was in entirely open waters, left to the sharks with no defense. 

“You,” he finally starts with a frown and his hand wrapping itself around Feris’s wrist, “are now a Rasolis criminal, a terrorist of the royal family itself. Count yourself lucky I don’t turn you in.” He’s entirely joking, of course, but his pride needs to heal after such blatant humiliation and disrespect. “You should be thanking me for being so merciful.”

[voidwardcn]

good god did you take a running start first?!?!?

[rakkirrrowch-a]

THE ACHE IS UNLIKE ANYTHING HE’S EVER FELT BEFORE ,  a weighted sink that reaches deep down into a pulseless heart .  in this undead life never once did he think that the answers he sought out might have turned out to be so unbearable .  schism of the body and soul ;  since when has the light of the sun seemed so dark ?  ‘ it’s not mine , ‘  it’s not his ,  it’s not his ,   NONE OF IT’S HIS .  ‘ feris ,  i ---  i remembered something . ‘  he has to admit this .  ‘ i ...  don’t think this is my real body . ‘  and what ,  then ?  didn’t that make him a dirty thief ?  didn’t he steal it ?  did he not dig it up like the dog he was ,  and defile it ?  he can only whine and wheeze where dry ,  hollowish sockets refuse to let him weep .  IT’S NOT HIS ,  and he doesn’t even know how to leave it .  how to lay a corpse back to rest with just whispers ,  how to shed proper grieving tears and apologize to the dead ---  THAT HE CURSED BACK TO LIFE .

      ‘ i was supposed to go with him ,  but i couldn’t even do that much --- ‘  JUST GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE !  he couldn’t stop howling that day .  how could he have forgotten it ?  it echoes in a procession of grim memories :  no kiss woke the pharaoh ,  no late love or bodily warmth rejuvenated what sickly spirit had already wasted away .  surely he had been brought in for the sake of a dying boy’s comfort ,  though he couldn’t quite understand the human tongue :  the face he wore now had never born such an expression ,  ever-calm ,  ever-patient ,  waiting for a bond that never formed .  there must have still been scars and holes from every selfish bite marring these wrapped hands of his ,  a lingering mark of every cruel ,  toothy snap despite the gentle palms that had tried to reach out and feed and pet him .  the memory rots in his mouth and leaves him sick with the rot of regret .  

      ‘ i don’t want this ... ! ‘  I WANT HIM BACK !  I WANT HIM BACK !  enough to die next to him ,  and possess the leftover corpse .  this ungrateful beast whose teeth he bares in his memory ,  growling and leering as it indulged in both mischief and misfortune as it liked ,  what was he meant to do with this but be miserable over it ?  was it enough to be sorry ,  sorry enough to waste away and die a second time ?  ‘ i hurt him , ‘  and how it must have felt just like this :  some sort of unspeakable failing ,  a wall of indifference to the earnest heart’s desire .  a confession without one side listening ,  or even able to understand .  ‘ i must have really hurt him .  he was so nice to me ,  but all i did was betray him .  right now ,  he must hate me ,  more than anything or anyone ...  !  feris ,  i’m not the pharaoh on those pyramid’s walls like we thought ---  i was the pharaoh’s dog ! ‘  // @phantasmaw​