#love me some mossy rocks tho

[orcelito]

I need to go on. A forest romp. With my dslr camera. So I can take pictures under leaves and flowers, moss on fallen logs, petals fallen into the dirt, the shimmer of flowing water, and maybe even little mud men I find along the way

I haven't gone on a proper hiking trip in a While. I miss turkey run state park

[k9wa]

⟁ SANGUINE. ft ARGENTI.

⠀ — “but should you allow me, i would be truly endowed to taste you, hunter.”

⠀ OR

⠀ — a vampire is struck with love at first sight for the human sent to pierce his heart.

⚠︎ vampire!argent & vampire hunter!reader, gn reader, mentions of blood, consuming blood, death, weapons, all that vampire-y stuff, suggestive content, a little sweetness, some gore, so much flirting, argenti is a lil bit of a freak, your freak tho, i love doomed couples, wc 3.2k, from this req.

it’d been weeks now— weeks of terror and bloodshed in a small, humble village to the east. 

a monster, people cried, praying and pleading for someone— anyone to bring justice to their befallen family and friends, their neighbours and colleagues taken and drained of life in the night. you, well-versed and experienced with this ever repeating scenario, were finally sought out as a last ditch and oh so desperate attempt at restoring peace and safety to a once joyful town; told of a red beast who lures prey in with his charm and sinks his teeth into anything deemed beautiful.

vampires were messy hunters, whether they attempted cleanliness or not. it wasn’t an impossible job to follow a few faint traces— blood specks, pieces of fabric, etc— to a mossied, cobblestone path. the muffled clack of your boots against the rock was the only sound for miles in the silent, secluded forest. finally, your search proved somewhat fruitful upon finding a wall of thick, overgrown rose bushes.

pushing past the thorny wall— clearly designed to keep trespassers such as yourself out— revealed a sight nothing short of breathtaking; an old castle-esque manor in the centre of all the red flowers and shrubbery. 

this was where it lived, you had no doubt in your head as you kept forward.

a solution on how to breach the eerie yet beautiful building was but a fleeting thought, your fingers tightening around the hold of a dagger in your palm as the door easily opened with a mere, gentle push.

(years of hunting the wretched creatures left you hearing nearly hundreds of idiotic vampire weaknesses and immunities— the silver in your weapons and a clean shot to the heart was all you’d ever needed.)

as the aged, ornate door creaked open with the whispers of the forest's night, argenti caught the faintest sense (or rather scent) of an intruder; a fragrance and feeling that strongly pulled him to his staircase to further investigate. this smell promised beauty, he could not resist his own curiosity as his lips still glistened crimson.

“ah,” the vampire ran his fingers along the old hand railing with an almost dreamy sigh. “what curious little lamb graces my abode tonight?” he crooned, locking eyes with the figure that’d just stepped into his foyer. 

the sight of you would have taken argenti's breath away, had he had any to steal. your eyes in the moonlight, the faint glisten of your skin, the shine of your hair— you were no ordinary nor foolish trespasser— you warranted his undivided attention.

he was across the room in one swift step, tucking his now red sullied handkerchief into one of his pockets. an amused smile danced on his lips as he took in your cautious stance, the weapon ready to strike.

“you,” argenti leaned forward, lips tugging up further. “must be the hunter sent to end my nocturnal escapades.” he mused, verdant eyes locked onto your form like prey. you instinctively took a step back, keeping a safe distance that argenti was already yearning to bridge.

“keen observation.” you responded with a twinge of sarcasm that the vampire audibly giggled at.

“what are you called?” he asked, beginning to pace a slow circle around you.

“my name is unimportant.”

“it must be a crime for beauty such as yours to go unnamed or unpraised, hunter.”

the compliment didn’t go over your head, nor did the fact that this was the prettiest vampire— prettiest being, actually, that you had ever seen. however, he was still your target, regardless of the way his words made your chest warm.

“i'm afraid we won’t have time for all that, vampire.”

argenti's eyes flashed with both amusement and anticipation as you rebuffed his advances, hues of green gleaming as you twirled your dagger and made your first attack.

his supernatural reflexes sprang into action, evading your small blade with a swift sidestep and a cut to his red, velvet overcoat just above his heart. the thrill of the hunt, the game of predator and prey with the lines so delightfully blurred, coursed through him.

“such haste,” he chided, tsking softly as he caught your wrist with a firm yet gentle grip. “would you not rather savour the moment, mon chasseur?” 

argenti's focus trailed down the bridge of your nose, the curve and swell of your lips, rounded edges of your jaw, acknowledging with a faint hum the beauty of bravery etched into your features. 

“i've never been one for sentimentality,” you responded calmly, letting the weapon in your caught hand drop to the floor with an unheard clang. “you’ll have to forgive me.”

the dance continued, your now open hand shifting in his hold to grab his fingers and spin him around. even as you reached for your weapon on your other thigh, argenti laughed— a rich and sweet sound that echoed through the manor. he admired your pragmatism, even while relishing in the thrilling two-step you engaged in.

as you switched the position with a practised ease, argenti felt the air shift behind him with another stab aimed for the left of his back. a lean to the right and another turn around left your other wrist in his hold, evading you a second time.

“brava, ma chérie,” the vampire praised, his voice dripping with admiration and affection alongside challenge. he gave your wrists a firmer squeeze, a subtle yet clear reminder of the strength that lurked beneath his aristocratic facade. “but don’t be fooled,” argenti leaned dangerously forward, breath a cool whisper against your skin, fangs grazing the skin of your neck just under your ear. “i'm not so easily felled.”

the feeling of teeth so close to your nape had your foot raising and kicking him away with an almost panicked reflex, argenti stumbling back at the force.

“i've never met a vampire quite as talkative as you.” you said while adjusting the hold of your knife. your voice was laced with a clear frustration yet also something argenti recognized to be intrigue.

“perhaps you’ve never met one as enamoured with his prey as i,” he retorted, finding your irritation just as delightful as you. 

“talk is the prelude to understanding, my dear,” argenti hummed while straightening his jacket, adjusting the frills of his white sleeves underneath it. “and i find myself just dying to know you.”

it was argenti’s turn to advance for you, aiming to disarm you of that pesky silver in your palm and leave you perfectly vulnerable. though, in an act of hypocrisy, his haste left him making a predictable reach.

“i encourage you to take your own advice,” you quipped, slipping away from the swift grab with an agility honed purely from experience. the angle left you able to kick his ankle from underneath him and shove him down to his back, landing atop him with your knife pointed down at his adam's apple.

“it’s always important to keep a clear head, wouldn’t you agree?”

argenti's heart, though long stilled by death, thrummed with a refreshing and delectable kind of excitement as he found himself pinned beneath you. he could not help but fall deeper into his affections as he lay beneath the cool kiss of your blade at his throat.

“a clear head,” he echoed softly. “one mustn't let desire cloud one's judgement.” he chuckled. “but then again, where is the thrill in restraint?”

you had not yet dealt your deciding finisher, opting to stay still atop him, the only movement being the faux rise and fall of argenti’s chest. a purely reflexive motion that mocked your owns authenticity.

“tell me, hunter,” he continued, voice tinged with a playful edge. “does this proximity disquiet you? or does it intrigue?”

your response was a quick, defensive one— more abrupt than you’d hoped in an attempt to mask the very intrigue he’d so easily sniffed out.

“you flatter yourself too much.” you resisted a scoff. “perhaps i'll just cut your throat to shut you up.”

argenti's lips curled in a sickly smile. 

“you are beautiful.” he praised with a dramatic flourish in his voice. “in all my years, i have seen countless dawns and dusks– but none have displayed the beauty you have captivated me with.”

your steady hold on your weapon earnestly wavered, the moment suspending you both in a tense yet not particularly uncomfortable stare. perhaps charged was a more befitting term.

what was with this guy…?

“trying to save your own skin now?”

argenti chuckled.

“it is no charade, i assure you.” the vampire’s eyes didn’t leave yours for even a moment– the eliminated need to blink rather helpful in maintaining the contact. “your beauty is not something i would invoke so lightly.”

each word argenti spoke was a measured step, a delicate dance toward an understanding or perhaps even a truce– now it was simply a matter of waiting to see if the olive branch he extended was taken. 

“...you’re quite the odd one.” your brows lightly unfurrowed, and argenti keenly watched as you slowly began to relax. 

“what is your name?” you inquired. “so i may remember the beast who so strongly defied my expectations.”

“beast?” argenti echoed, chuckling yet again. “you wound me with such a word.”

though your inquiry, softly spoken, was an unexpected gift– a thread of curiosity argenti was all too eager to grab hold of.

“i am argenti.” he pronounced his name with a sense of pride. “and you, hunter?”

your name was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, lodging itself snuggly in his amygdala. in the momentary vulnerability of the shared moment, argenti was not only blessed with your name but the slight relaxing of your shoulders– blade no longer so firm to his neck. with a seamless grace that centuries of existence had honed, he acted, seizing the fleeting opportunity your brief lapse provided.

in one swift, fluid motion, argenti reversed your positions with a blur of finesse. now it was you who lay beneath him, the cold silver weapon no longer his threat nor your protector as it clambered to the floor beside you. your hands pinned above your head left you unable to reach for it back.

argenti echoed your name with a dreamy sigh, savouring the syllables like a whispered incantation. “a name unique as the one who bears it.”

though you didn’t…struggle. you hadn’t even pushed against his hold the smallest bit. argenti could feel the subtle change, the gentle yielding of your guard as you remained still beneath him. it was an invitation as silent as the moonlit shadows that played across your features.

he tentatively leaned down, fangs grazing the tender skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, a mere whisper away from puncturing the flesh that pulsed with the sweetness he craved.

your proximity was so utterly intoxicating, heady with your scent– a mix of steel resolve and something more primal, more human. yet he did not bite down.

“you are a rare gem, my dear,” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing softly against it in a kiss that belied his monstrous nature. “i find myself reluctant to mar such perfection.”

his breath caressed you as he spoke, lips tracing a path up to the shell of your ear.

“but should you allow me,” he whispered. “i would be truly endowed to taste you, hunter.”

he was much too overwhelming, each of your senses buzzed with the sound or touch or simple presence of him. you swallowed thickly in a poor attempt to maintain your composure, to at least save some face and act like your body wasn’t slowly burning up.

“you’ve…” your voice still wavered– once more, a poor attempt. “you’ve been kind.” your eyes remained fixed on the large chandelier hung above you, candles still somehow burning. 

“i suppose i wouldn't mind granting you the indulgence, argenti.”

the corners of the vampire’s mouth curved up at your quiet concession, the light tilt of your head a telling permission. your acquiescence was a gift, one he intended to honour with the reverence it deserved.

“your generosity will not go unappreciated.”

his lips returned to the tender skin of your neck, voice a soothing balm to your ear as he positioned his teeth with deliberate care. the sensation of your pulse, strong and rhythmic beneath the surface, was an alluring melody to his already heightened senses.

he allowed himself a moment of restraint, of savouring the precipice upon which you both teetered, before his fangs gently– oh so very gently– pierced your flesh.

the initial penetration was a careful caress; one that made your head swirl with its settling sting, though still tender as a lover’s tentative exploration rather than the savage bite of a beast as you’d so called him.

the taste of you was nothing less than exquisite, a rush of vitality that flooded every conscious part of him. he drank deeply, small gulps quiet in your ear, yet remained instinctually aware of the preciousness of the gift you’d bestowed him.

his free hand, the one not pinning your wrists, trailed down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing sweetly against your skin in an intimate gesture meant to comfort, to connect, to say without words that you were revered even in your vulnerability.

your heart fluttered and palpated in your chest, both with the penetrating susceptibility of argenti holding you as if you were treasured glass and the blood being slowly drained from your veins. your hands, allowed free from their position above you, moved down to carefully cradle the vampire’s head against you, the touch enough to tug at the remnants of argenti’s humanity. it was almost enough to make you forget why you were there in the first place, how you’d gotten yourself into this embrace. your purpose.

keyword, almost.

argenti’s world, meanwhile, narrowed to the euphoric connection between you as he fed, your warmth wrapping tightly around the immortal’s soul and lulling him into a serene complacency. the very serenity that would mask an impending betrayal.

he was too absorbed to feel the deadly, slow movement of your hand to your right, picking your weapon up with the stealth of a seasoned predator. then, in a hunter’s final ploy, you gripped the handle and pushed the silver up through his chest– past his flesh, his ribs, and precisely through his heart.

the sharp pain immediately tore through him, feeling the muscle that had ceased to beat for so long be so violently yet so cleanly tore through. argenti gasped against your neck, a shock of realisation and honest hurt settling in with the physical burn in his skin. the agony sent tremors through his body, a sensation so foreign and so acute it tore a ragged groan from his throat. he reeled from the visceral surprise, his feeding cut short as the born instinct of survival kicked in.

with great effort he lifted his gaze to meet yours, trying so desperately to speak– whether a scathing retort or a final compliment, anything would do. but the attempt was only a muddled whisper, stuck in his throat with his agony.

he used the last of his strength to roll off of you, but you held firm on your blade and rolled with him, pushing deeper at the newfound leverage.

though, to your begrudging admittance, it was…unsatisfactory. even as your head swirled with your own miniscule puncture wound and sudden anaemia, the lingering thrill of being entwined with such a bewitching creature in your bones, the dripping of your own blood down your skin as you succeeded in your kill–  it left you with no feeling of accomplishment or even at the very least quelled by the death of another vampire.

you felt bad. terrible, even. watching the life ebb from argenti was no longer worth the bounty or keeping of your profession or even justice for the ones he’d killed.

argenti’s heavy breaths matched your own, a final weak rasp of your name leaving his lips. his hand reached up, not with malice but with a gentle beseeching, pale fingers brushing against your cheek, smearing a trail of his blood– a final, poignant connection.

and even in death he looked so stunning to you, as did you to him– even as one of your hands remained steadfast around the silver in his heart.

your free hand covered his, helping hold it against your cheek with a slight clutch around his fingers.

“i think you’re beautiful, too.” you admitted, keeping your voice as quiet as possible so as to not cause him anymore pain or discomfort, “the most beautiful i’ve ever seen.”

the vampire’s eyes, clouded with pain, softened at your confession. the irony of your situation was not lost on him, an immortal succumbing to such a mortal wound at the hands of a creature equally captivating as they were lethal.

“you have bestowed upon me…an exquisite end,” argenti murmured, his voice a mere wisp of sound. “to be seen…truly seen by you, to behold s-such beauty in return…” his hand trembled against your skin, the strength of his once mighty grasp fading like the last glimmers of twilight. his green eyes, still holding yours with the intensity of a man both defeated and enthralled, conveyed a wealth of emotions you’d never get to hear.

“there is no greater finale.”

you held his hand tighter. you wanted him to be comfortable– against every instinct carved into your bones you did not want him to suffer more than you had made him.

“i’ll always remember you, argenti.” your voice was a cool salve to his wounded– literally wounded– heart. “i swear it.”

a ghost of a smile graced his pallid lips, your words weaving through the growing darkness around him.

“that,” argenti breathed quietly, the sound laboured and pained. “is a thought more gratifying than eternity.”

“meet me again,” you said quickly. “under better circumstances next time. you must.”

the thought of not being pitted against each other from the start, the muddied roles of prey and predator or species not interfering in your lives, was just the comfort he needed to nod and close his eyes.

“i will, then.” he felt the touch of your lips to his forehead as his body crumbled to a grey ash, a silent farewell. the moment was paradoxical, held tenderness amidst the dark reality of your short time together. too short, you thought. far too short.

soon enough you're left alone, with two palm fulls of dust in the quiet grandeur of the manor, heart heavy with the mix of feelings you had not nearly anticipated uncovering in what was supposed to be a simple job. hats off to you, for walking into the lion's den only to leave mourning its taming.

you pull the small vial of holy water from your neck, dumping the contents out to your left and refilling it with what remained of the vampire who’d so quickly etched himself into your heart. you stood slowly, mindful of your pounding head as you fastened the vial back around your neck and slowly took your leave. sitting around much longer in your unexpected grief felt too eerie, though the few scratches to your skin on your way back through the walls of thorned roses would leave a lingering reminder of how you felt in the current moment. under better circumstances, you repeated in your head for the journey home. someday distant, under better circumstances.

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[parma-formenorion]

Blorbo ask game

Few outside of the person who tagged me and @oracleofimladris knows my OCs so I'm going to do my main OC, Hithon, chieftain of the Tundra Folk. Tagged by @melpomaenofimladris. (now go do one of your other characters, Mel :P)

What is your blorbo’s:

1. Favourite season?

Spring-winter (late winter), when the sun returns to Forodwaith and sets all the world alight with white fire.

2. Favourite food?

A sausage-like loaf containing minced reindeer meat, fat and salt, wrapped in a fatty membrane from the reindeer's stomach, smoked for hours over birch wood, and fried in more reindeer fat on special occasions, or otherwise left to dry and ferment in the cold air.

3. Favourite plant or herb?

A delicate spray of white flowers on a deep red stock, growing from a rosette of dark green leaves. She blooms in June, taking root in rocky cracks in the high places.

4. Favourite person/being?

Probably Cúvaer, his closest and oldest friend.

5. Favourite place?

Each place has their season and their purpose in his life - in his summer lands, on the northern coasts of Forochel, he is happiest wandering on the high cliffs overlooking the ocean, while in his winter lands, on the slopes of the ice-bound bergs and fjells of inner Forodwaith, he loves best the the soft mossy valleys, where much that is fair clings to life in beds of lichen or in the shelter of berry bushes. Also there's a little marshy area along one of the autumn migration routes with consistently excellent cloudberry-picking opportunities, of which he will reveal the location to none but members of his own house.

6. Favourite animal?

If asked, he's probably say some sort of joke answer like the lemming (for fun, google 'angry lemming') but I think he finds dogs to be the most reasonable creatures.

7. Favourite drink?

Hot water.

8. Favourite hobby/activity?

Calculating absurdly large numbers, with a system of rocks or other small, immediately accessible objects as counters.

9. Do they like to read? If so, favourite genre?

He can't read a system of writing other than the Runes of Daeron, which aren't used for long texts, traditionally speaking. He does enjoy the oral tradition. In these waning days of the third age, he listens most attentively to news from other lands, good or ill.

10. Do they like to dance?

Yes.

11. What is their favourite room in the house?

Dwellings in Forodwaith are single-roomed affairs built around a large central fire. There are outbuildings for storage and depending on the area, shelter for animals, but otherwise all activities of life are conducted in either the yard or inside at the fireside. He doesn't particularly have a favourite place to spend time in all of that, tho.

12. Favourite place to travel to?

Though it is a long, dangerous journey, the Wild Wood has always made his heart glad.

13. Who is their best friend?

see #4.

14. Favourite bioregion?

I'm too busy to learn enough about Western biology to figure out what the bioregions in Endor would be according to that way of knowing, so I have no way of answering this at this time.

15. Choose one for them: wine, beer, cider, hard liquor, or none?

Shots of Everclear.

[dreamingmappist]

June’s Journey: a mini review

Pictured above is my island on mobile game June’s Journey which I am currently obsessed with. Everyone can decorate theirs differently and it’s interesting to see how other people approach it.

I have an excess of a specific bench and piano and picnic and I try to cover them behind structures/trees or scatter them so it isn’t so obvious. The windmill is being upgraded and an observatory is under construction.

My fave parts are the little lake I’ve created on the left with the gazebos, the mossy area in the middle with the small trees and brick walls like the ruins of some old structure, and the little Japanese area on the right with a rock garden, a cherry blossom tree and a wooden viewing platform. (You don’t want to know how much effort or $$ the cherry tree took…) I do still move things around a lot especially once I open more areas. But I love what I have so far.

This isn’t a sponsored post btw. (Tho I admittedly heard about this game from someone else’s sponsored YouTube video)

Gameplay-wise, it’s a search and find. The biggest money sink for me are the sweep games where the stakes seem higher if you don’t want to lose your stash so I need to avoid those in the future. I tried their other game, Pearl’s Peril with the same concept but I didn’t like it as much. The art was worse and it’s about a rich white family on a tropical island and my tropical island girl heart just cringed.

Anyway, June does travel around, from Cuba to Paris and more so I really enjoy it. My vocab’s expanding some because I am forced to say, tell the difference between a swallow and a jay, or pinpoint zodiac signs and such. There’s some actual adventures/mysteries and the period vibe reminds me of my fave period show Miss Fisher’s Mysteries.

Here’s some of my fave images of Paris:

[lupinus-bicolor]

you want some uhhhh ferns??? some ferns with a lil sweet pea in the middle???? some fucignk f erns?

[lavendersage]

i have a compliment for you, and a bit of a love story:

my brother is a straight man...happens to the best of us 😂. but he is what my sisters and I consider to be straight+ or "debugged straight" which is heterosexuality with all those strange glitches patched out. he isnt afraid to hug his guy friends, he didnt shy away from things we like because it is girly, and, most important for this story, he knows the truth that him being in love with a trans-girl still makes him straight.

her name is Pepper, we havent been able to see her since the pandemic happened. my brother went once to see her in October, which was good for his heart, but the effects of the trip are wearing off.

this is where your blog comes in -- Pepper is the aesthetic of your blog incarnate. she wears soft mossy or sky colors, big soft sweaters, those brown art student shoes with the buckle and the frilly socks, and she carries around a Moomin backpack that i always think of when i see your avatar.

a week ago when i saw he was having some of that Big Sad, i showed him your blog, and it made him a little happier. he's asked if he could look at it again twice now, and if i could forward posts he picks out directly to Pepper, and the whole thing fits in well with the spirit you cultivated here.

thanks for the joy!

- sisters four in baltimore

first of all......“debugged straight” has me in tears aksjsskkdjd we stan a not-toxically-masculine king!!!!! 🤧✊🏻 seriously tho your brother sounds like the sweetest person 🥺

i legit got emotional reading this like........i’ve been trying to think of a thoughtful response but my brain feels like pop rocks and i don’t even know what to say 🥺 i’m just so happy that this blog has helped your brother feel better, even marginally. and i hope it helps him feel closer to miss pepper even if they can’t be close in proximity 🥺 aksjdkfjfn god i’m so floored by this ask you have no idea 😭😭😭 give your brother a big hello from me and send my love to him and pepper!! i’ll keep doing my job here, and hopefully the distance won’t seem so far 🥺💚 all the best from your friendly neighborhood forest cryptid positivity blogger 💚💚💚

[trans-xianxian]

getting to know you

tagged by @wenofqishan ty harker 😌

why did you choose your url?:

well you see wei wuxian is simply trans

any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them:

hmmm well my old cql blog was a sideblog to my main on my other account that I literally never go on anymore but then I moved so it's on its own account now so idk if this really counts as a sideblog anymore? but my other account has a few sideblogs the only one I rlly use anymore is my art blog @mossy-rat!

how long have you been on tumblr?:

oh good god far too long... doing the math I've been here a solid 7 years (derogatory). but I've had this blog for a little less than a year and my last blog a little more than a year... at the end of the summer it'll be two years combined!! I got into cql like... Weeks after the last episode aired lmao

do you have a queue tag?:

baby I don't even have a queue

why did you start your blog in the first place?:

hmm well I started my first cql blog because I liked the show enough that I wanted to blog about it but no one can know that I like things so it got its own blog but I moved to a new account because it was just getting annoying having my cql blog be a sideblog and there was just a bunch of stuff I wanted to clear out/I wanted a better tagging system

why did you choose your icon/pfp?:

well you see wei wuxian is simply trans

but this is an exclusive pride month special... my usual wei-wuxian-crying-at-nevernight icon is because that scene makes me feel things so much and the acting.... *chefs kiss*

why did you choose your header?:

I don't have a header bby!!

what’s your post with the most notes?:

on this account it's a donation post but as for like... actual cql posting it's this one abt wei wuxians self worth problems. on my old account it's this one about lan sizhui and jiang cheng lmao

how many people do you follow?:

a pleasant 110

have you ever made a shitpost?:

everyday I'm haunted by that tony hawk wei wuxian post

how often do you use tumblr each day?:

😔😔😔

did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

baby I've been in arguments you can't even Imagine. people have deleted their blogs because of me. most of the popular cql blogs have me blocked. I Live to antagonize the general public of tumblr, never shut the fuck up, and have no sense of self preservation.... of Course I've gotten into fights with other blogs before and oh it's happened a lot more than just once

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’?:

spiteful and belligerent

do you like tag games?:

I do! I don't usually actually do them when I'm tagged but it's fun to learn about the beloved mewtchuals anyway

do you like ask games?:

yes so much!!! tho I always feel bad when I forget to answer things for a million years or sometimes I'm scared no one will respond and well that's just embarrassing skhdmzuns

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?:

I definitely don't have any Tumblr Famous tm mutuals but I have some Popular In The Fanbase tm mutuals tho they are few and far between because most popular cql blogs are evil... I think meisha is probably my post popular mutual? but she's on indefinite hiatus now :"( so I'm gonna say that hannah and teddi are probably my most popular mewtchuals by cql fanbase standards :^)

do you have a crush on a mutual?:

no but I love you all sm mwah mwah kiss me on the mouth etc etc

hmmmm I'll tag @jiangchengspsychiatrist @evakant @arla-fett and @ahomeboylives but of course no pressure *hands you a neat rock that I found*

[triskelion-soda]

This or that: a mossy rock or a rock with interesting patterns on it?

Mmmm...love me some rocks...I'd say a mossy rock tho. Pretty, green, fuzzy...like a tiny green carpet!

[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (ch.3)

Chapter 3

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 1,905

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j  @daechwitad-2

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

               The following day found Catalina following Jungkook to the campus library. They had gotten their tests back in French class that day and they both got Ds. Their professor set them up with a tutor, whom they were on the way to meet.

               “I can’t believe we got Ds,” said Catalina. “We studied!”

               “Yeah! We totally studied and it didn’t help us at all,” said Jungkook. Catalina thought back on their study session at her apartment; French textbooks open, bottles of wine scattered about, two full glasses, and the Twilight movies unironically playing on Catalina’s laptop.

               “Yeah we totally studied!” she said.

               The campus library was a huge, old building with towering bookshelves and dark wood furniture. They went down one of the halls where there were tables and chairs set up between the aisles. At the first table was a ridiculously handsome man, who stood up when he spotted them.

               “Well, well, well,” he said. “Look who’s failing his class already in the first week.”

               Jungkook frowned and stopped in his tracks. “You’re our tutor?”

               “Hey! Why are you saying it like that? You should be more like, ‘Oh, Jin! Thank goodness you’re helping me pass my French class, how can I ever repay you?’”

               “I’m assuming you guys…know each other?” said Catalina.

               Jungkook sighed and said, “Catalina, this is Jin. As you can see he’s very old and his dementia is setting in, making him talk nonsense-“

               Jin rounded the table and swatted at Jungkook, yelling, “Hey! I’m tutoring you out of the kindness of my heart and this is what I get?”

               A librarian stuck her head around the corner and shushed them angrily. Jin apologized and gestured to the two chairs across from his.

               “Yeah, I’ve known Jungkook since he was a child,” said Jin. “I practically raised him.”

               “He used to live next door. He babysat me and my brother like, two times,” said Jungkook.

               “So, are you two dating?” asked Jin. “Because I have some wonderful childhood stories to tell.”

               Catalina laughed and said, “We’re not dating, but I’d love to hear them.”

               “Jin,” said Jungkook. “Jin.”

               “What?”

               “I’ll kill you.”

               Jin laughed for several seconds, then sobered up in an instant. “Anyway, let’s get to work.”

               He flipped the French textbook open and began.

               “So, what are you guys having trouble with?” he asked. “Let’s see your tests.”

                 Catalina left the tutoring session feeling a bit better about her French class. As they walked out of the library, Jungkook said, “So, I’m having a party at my house tonight and you’re invited. My parents are out of town for this healthcare conference thing so everyone’s gonna be there. It’s gonna be awesome.”

               “And what do you mean by ‘everyone’?” asked Catalina. She’s always kind of wanted to go to one of those cliché house parties where a bunch of unwanted guests show up and the host is freaking out about their parents’ china cabinet or whatever. Her friends back home were pretty boring, so she never got the party experience.

               “I mean, like, everyone. Like, a bunch of people from my classes and from high school and stuff,” said Jungkook.

               “Okay, I’ll go. It sounds fun,” said Catalina. “Do you think a lot of people will show up despite the people going missing in the neighboring town?”

               “I mean, it’s not happening in this town so…” Jungkook shrugged.

               “Yeah, it’s probably fine,” said Catalina. “Anyway, I’ll come over late tonight. I have homework I need to finish.”

               “It’s okay, the party doesn’t start until late anyway, if you know what I mean,” Jungkook said with a wink. “It’s gonna be lit.”

               “I��ll see you later JK,” Catalina said, laughing. The two of them parted ways, Catalina wondering with trepidation, and also excitement, what the party was going to be like.

                 The party, as it turned out, was not lit. Catalina arrived around ten, after getting most of her homework done with minimal procrastination. There was only one car in front of the house besides Jungkook’s, and no lights on inside. Catalina texted him to make sure everything was alright. He answered, telling her to come to the back yard.

               The backyard was small, a tall wooden fence along the back separating it from the woods. In the middle of the yard were two people sitting in lawn chairs around a bonfire. Jungkook stood up and waved.

               “Hey, you made it!” said Jungkook. He gestured to the bonfire and said, “I told you it’d be lit.”

               Catalina cringed.

               “I’m sorry, that was terrible. I can’t believe I just said that,” he said.

               “I think Jin is getting to you,” said the other person sitting at the fire. Catalina realized that it was Jimin.

               “Jimin! I didn’t know you’d be here!” said Catalina. Jimin stood up and they hugged. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other.”

               “Yeah, we grew up together,” said Jimin.

               “Does everyone in this town know each other?” asked Catalina.

               “I mean…” Jimin started.

               “Kind of,” said Jungkook, setting up a chair for her. They all sat down. “Not really, but this town is pretty small. There’s only one high school so…”

               “I see,” said Catalina. “So, what happened to the party? I imagined like, a big house party with a bunch of people we don’t know, getting drunk and tossing vases around like footballs.”

               Jimin laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair.

               “What? Did you get that from Mean Girls?” asked Jungkook. Catalina nodded. “I don’t know, I guess everyone is “scared” of the “serial killer”, or whatever. They don’t know what they’re missing, because I plan on sharing some great horror stories around the bonfire tonight.”

               “Jungkook, I just want you to know how irresponsible this is!”

               Jin came into the backyard and stood there with his hands on his hips. Another man joined him, equally as handsome. This man was blonde, built, and wore a bomber jacket with patches all over it.

               “There is a serial killer on the loose and you’re throwing a party!” said Jin.

               “Well, you showed up so you’re just as bad. And you brought your boyfriend,” said Jungkook.

               “We are not dating and I am just here to tell you that you should end this right now. We are going to get kidnapped,” said Jin.

               “Catalina, this is Jimmy K, the local bad boy who is all of a sudden mysteriously hanging out with Jin all the time now,” said Jungkook.

               “Local bad boy, I love it,” said Jimmy K. He held out a hand to Catalina to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a wink.

               “Oh,” Catalina blushed, caught off guard. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

               Soon, they were all sitting around the bonfire listening to Jungkook begin his scary story.

               “This is something that happened to me when I was kid, and I never told anyone this before, because I was afraid no one would believe me. When I was nine, my brother and I were staying at our aunt’s house in the mountains while our parents were out of town on a relief mission. One day, I went out to explore the woods and do some climbing. I found a big rocky crag, which I climbed, hoping I’d end up at the top of the mountain. It wasn’t the top of the mountain by far, but I did find something else: a mossy trail leading deep into the woods,” Jungkook said, lowering his voice dramatically.

               “When is this supposed to get scary?” asked Jin.

               “Shut up. So I followed the trail. The sun was beginning to set and I knew I needed to head back to my aunt’s house soon, but I needed to see where the trail led to. I wasn’t disappointed. The trail opened up to an old cobblestone driveway, and at the end of the driveway was a huge house. It was old, one of those gothic Victorian houses, all dark brick and carved wood. I could see the sky from the clearing, which told me I had about an hour before it fully got dark. I went to the front door anyway. It was unlocked, so I went inside. There were cobwebs everywhere and sheets over furniture, a real classic haunted house, but I wasn’t afraid, because I knew ghosts weren’t real. So, I went deeper into the house. All of a sudden, the front door slammed shut behind me. I was thrown into darkness. Then I heard a voice somewhere in the house say, ‘Don’t you know trespassers get eaten, little boy?’ I was terrified, so I turned around and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The voice was laughing. Finally, the door opened and I ran from the house as fast as I could. I ran back through the trail, climbed back down the rocks and ran. It was dark now and my lungs were burning. Eventually, I made it back to my aunt’s house. She was waiting outside for me, angry. She said, “dammit Jungkook! I told you not to go too far in these woods. There’s monsters out there who eat reckless little boys like you!’

               “And that’s the story of how I found out ghosts are real,” Jungkook finished.

               “That was more like listening to a trauma story than a scary story,” said Jimin. Jungkook took his shoe off and threw it at Jimin, who actually fell off his chair laughing this time.

               “I thought it was a good story,” said Jimmy K, who was listening with interest.

               “Thank you,” said Jungkook.

               “That didn’t actually happen to you, did it?” asked Catalina.

               “Yeah, it did. Minus the cobwebs, sheets, and locked door. But my aunt definitely did say that when I got back. Actually, I remember the real life house being really pretty and not dark, which made me realize that I had just broken into someone’s house. That’s when I ran away. So, who’s next?” said Jungkook.

                 Catalina was running again. They were right behind her. Her heart was pounding in her aching chest as her bare feet thudded against the forest trail. It was close, just a little farther and she’d be safe. The footsteps behind her were getting closer. They were heavy and fast, much stronger than she was. Finally, the house came into view and she threw the front door open. She tried closing it behind her, but the door was too small for the frame and it wouldn’t close all the way. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes. They were going to catch her and she couldn’t do anything about it… Catalina turned around and ran deeper into the house. As she rounded the corner, she found herself in a den, running right into someone. But she wasn’t afraid of this person. She knew she was finally safe here.

“They can’t get you here,” the man said as he held her against his broad chest. She looked up at him. He smiled down with his dimples and perfect teeth. She felt herself melt against him.

But it didn’t last long. Soon, he disappeared and the fire went out in the fireplace, leaving the room in cold darkness. An unfamiliar voice chuckled, the laughter bouncing off the walls to taunt her.

“Don’t you know trespassers get eaten, little girl?”

Catalina jolted awake that morning, a scream lodged in her throat.

[minervacasterly]

TAMERLANE

“KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell’d in- I have no time to dote or dream: You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire: If I can hope-Oh God! I can- Its founder is holier –more divine- I would not call thee fool, old man, But such is not a gift of thine. Know thou the secret of a spirit Bow’d from its wild pride into shame. O! yearning heart! I did inherit Thy withering portion with the fame, The searing glory which hath shone Amid the jewels of my throne, Halo of Hell! And with a pain Not Hell shall make me fear again- O! craving heart, for the lost flowers And sunshine of my summer hours! Th’ undying voice of that dead time, With its interminable chime, Rings, in the spirit of a spell, Upon thy emptiness – a knell.

I have not always been as now: The fever’d diadem on my brow I claim’d and won usurpingly- Hath not the same fierce heirdom given Rome to the Caesar –this to me? The heritage of a kingly mind, And a proud spirit which hath striven Triumphantly with human kind.

On mountain soil I first drew life: The misfits of the Taglay have shed Nightly their dews upon my head, And, I believe, the winged strife And tumult of the headlong air Have nestled in my very hair.

So late from Heaven –that dew- it fell (Mid dreams of an unholy night) Upon me –with the touch of Hell, While the red flashing of the light From clouds that hung, like banners, o’er, Appeared to my half-closing eye The pageantry of monarchy, And the deep trumpet-thunder’s roar Came hurriedly upon me, telling Of human battle, where my voice, My own voice, silly child! –was swelling (O! how my spirit would rejoice, And leap within me at the cry) The battle-cry of Victory! The rain came down upon my head Unshelter’d –and the heavy wind Was giantlike –so thou, mind!- It was but man, I thought, who shed Laurels upon me: and the rush- The torrent of the chilly air Gurgled within my ear the crush Of Empires –with the captive’s prayer- The hum of suiters –and the tone Of flattery ‘round a sovereign’s throne.

My passions, from that hapless hour, Usurp’d a tyranny which men Have deem’d, since I have reach’d to power; My innate nature –be it so: But, father, there live’d one who, then, Then =in my bouhood- when their fire Burn’d with a still intenser glow, (For passion must, with youth, expire) E’en then who knew this iron heart In woman’s weakness had a part.

I have no words –alas!- to tell The loveliness of loving well! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a face Whose lineaments, upon my mind, Are –shadows on th’ unstable wind: Thus I remember having dwelt Some page of early lore upon, With loitering eye, till I have felt The letters –with their meaning- melt To fantasies- with none.

O, she was worth of all love! Love –as infancy was mine- ‘Twas such as angel minds above Might envy; her young heart the shrine On which my ev’ry hope and thought Were incense –then a goodly gift, For they were childish –and upright- Pure –as her young example taught: Why did I leave it, and, adrift, Trust to the fire within, for light?

We grew in age –and love- together, Roaming the forest, and the wild; My breast her shield in wintry weather- And, when the friendly sunshine smil’d And she would mark the opening skies, I saw no Heaven –but in her eyes.

Young Love’s first lesson is –the heart: For’mid that sunshine, and those smiles, When, from our little cares apart, And laughing at the her girlish wiles, I’d throw me on her throbbing breast, And pour my spirit out in tears- There was no need to speak the rest- No need to quiet any fears Of her –who ask’d no reason why, But turn’d on me her quiet eye!

Yet more than worthy of the love My spirit struggled with, and strove, When, on the mountain peak, aone, Ambition let it a new tone- I had no being- but in thee: The world, and all it did contain In the earth –the air- the sea- Its joy –its little lot of pain That was new pleasure –the ideal, Dim, vanities of dreams by night- And dimmer nothings which were real- (Shadows- and a more shadowy light!) Parted upon their misty wings, And, so, confusedly became Thine image, and –a name- a name! Two separate –yet most intimate things.

I was ambitious –have you known The passion, father? You have not: A cottager, I mark’d a throne Of half the world as all my own, And murmur’d at such lowly lot- But, just like any other dream, Upon the vapour of the dew My own had past, did not the beam Of beauty which did while it thro’ The minute –the hour- the day- oppress My mind with double loveliness.

We walk’d together on the crown Of a high mountain which look’d down Afar from its proud natural towers Of rock and forest, on the hills - The dwindled hills! Begirt with bowers And shouting with a thousand rills.

I spoke to her of power and pride, But mystically –in such guise That she might deem it nought beside The moment’s converse; in her eyes I read, perhaps too carelessly- A mingled feeling with my own- The flush on her bright cheek, to me Seem’d to become a queenly throne Too well that I should let it be Light in the wilderness alone.

I wrapp’d myself in grandeur then, And donn’d a visionary crown- Yet it was not that Fantasy Had thrown her mantle over me- But that, among the rabble- men, Lion ambition is chan’d down- And crouches to a keeper’s hand- Not so in deserts where the grand The wild –the terrible conspire With their own breath to fan his fire. Look ‘round thee now on Samarcand!- Is not she queen of Earth? Her pride Above all cities? In her hand Their destinies? in all beside Of glory which the world hath known Stands she not nobly and alone? Falling –her veriest stepping-stone Shall form the pedestal of a throne- And who her sovereign? Timour –he Whom the astonished people saw Striding o’er empires haughtily A diadem’d outlaw – O! human love! Thou spirit given, On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven! Which fall’st into the soul like rain Upon the Siroc wither’d plain, And failing in thy power to bless But leav’st the heart a wilderness! Idea! Which blindest life around With music of so strange a sound And beauty of so wild a birth- Farewell! For I have won the Earth!

When Hope, the eagle that tower’d, could see No cliff beyond him in the sky, His pinions were bent droppingly- And homeward turn’d his softn’d eye. ‘Twas sunset: when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun. That soul will hate the ev’ning mist, So often lovely, and will list To the sound of the coming darkness (known To those whose spirits hearken) as one Who, in a dream of night, would fly But cannot from a danger night.

What tho’ the moon –the white moon Shed all the splendor of her noon, Her smile is chilly –and her beam, In that time of dreariness, will seem (So like you gather in your breath) A portrait taken after death. And boyhood is a summer sun Whose waning is the dreariest one- For all we live to know is known, And all we seek to keep hath flown- Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall With the noon-day beauty- which is all.

I reach’d my home –my home no more- For all had flown who made it so- I pass’d from out its mossy door, And, tho’ my tread was soft and low, A voice came from the threshold stone Of one whom I had earlier known- O! I defy thee, Hell, to show On beds of fire that burn below, A humble heart –a deeper wo- Father, I firmly do believe- I know –for Death, who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, Where there is nothing to deceive, Hath left his iron gate ajar, And rays of truth you cannot see Are flashing thro’ Eternity- I do believe that Eblis hath A snare in ev’ry human path- Else how, wen in the holy grove I wandered of the idol, Love, Who daily scents his snow wings With incense of burnt offerings From the most unpolluted things, Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven Above with trelliced rays from Heaven No mote may shun –no tiniest fly The light’nin of his eagle eye- How was it that Ambition crept, Unseen, amid the revels there, Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt In the tangles of Love’s very hair?”

-          from TAMERLANE & OTHER POEMS (posthumously July 1827) by Edgar Allan Poe

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Saturday 14 September 1839

[Biting critters having ruined Anne’s night at Abborrfors, it’s an early start again and on we go, observing more fascinating countryside, multicoloured cows, and picturesque habitations. This includes a lovely breakfast view of waterfalls and the surrounding scenery, which Ann sketches. The border nears; at the end of the day, they stop in a village that was still Finland in their time, but is in Russia now. There’s several kinds of bread, butter, fried eggs and sweets from Stockholm to eat, and Ann makes tea while complaining about the quality of the water. Both are then happily ensconced in their books. All is snug and cozy; let’s hope there are no bugs tonight.]

[up at] 4 40/”

[to bed at] 11

Fahrenheit 60 1/2º at 5 1/4 a.m. rain in the night – dull morning – did not sleep well – much bit which made me feverish and uncomfortable – our bill six Rubels for which paid 5 rigsgeld dollars Swedish = 3.16.0 Banco at the rate of 40 skillings rigs per rubel – off at 5 3/4 – a little beyond the house cross broad river over good wood bridge – pretty view from it up and down the river – forest and rock and rather sandy but good road –        

Broby at 7 11/” lone house with its appurtenances – not so good a house as that last night apparently

Broby to Högfors                       14 1/6

_____ to Abborfors                   16

 Helsingfors                               136 1/2

 Wiburg                                      145

 St. Petersburg                          281

a couple of good small houses at a little distance (right) and the little unpainted village near the station just at the bottom of a little steep pitch we go down – only one of the cottages red – forest and rock and boulders all around and scattered in the fields among corn and pasture – a little corn (rye) out – the young rye looking well – 2 snow ploughs last stage – a little drizzling now at 7 25/” and cold wind – the  fine broad water (fjord?) at a little distance – road sandy but good – 2 or 3 enormous boulders close by the road and now at 7 40/” a little unpainted hamlet and the water near to us – at  8 1/4 good wood bridge over broad river cataracty and pretty and now alongside it for a little way – unpainted cottages – wooded hill with bare mossy rock (and another bridge 3 minutes from the first and cross river again) several yards square bare, which does answer to Handbooks description (page 137) ‘like specks’ (larger than specks) ‘on the green mantle’ – drizzling rain – more cottages yesterday and this morning than before little cows chiefly red but some white and some black – very few speckled or mixed colours – still big boulders and Scotch fir forest – and sandy road (red coarse gravelly sandy road) – then other hamlets and bridge and little cataract 5 or 6 minutes from the last (after 9) about 8 25/” and at 8 33/” had passed the good bridge over the cataract  

at 8 33/” alighted at Högfors to breakfast –  boiled milk and good bread and butter – very nice house to sleep at – the  beautiful cascade (3 falls) of the river Kymen full in our view as we sit at breakfast – 15 feet of fall? or more? the little unpainted hamlet, the red mill, the lightish oak stained timbers and arches of the good wood bridge across the stream just above the falls – the unpainted mill, the little grey (i.e. unpainted) cottage or 2 on this side, with the pine forest at the back –  altogether a beautiful bit of scenery – Ann has been sketching it –  off at 10 57/” from Högfors where we bought a rye cake fearing we might fare worse – they had no more (would not sell) white bread or rusks – a traveller told us we might well sleep at Urpula or Sackjarvi but not at Risalaks – Scotch fir forest again and boulders all the latter not granite – observed one broken open a mass of granite smallish gravel (at 11 1/4) and the soil here a coarse sand or fine granite gravel upon road ditto – all the soil on the hill side here of this gravel covered with boulders and sprinkled over with Scotch firs –  it is all along here that so much naked (mossy) rock is seen – and now 11 22/” at a little distance is the long line of unpainted cottages forming the village of Högfors? our road very winding – good road – a little stream close right now at 11 22/” for a minute – here, and everywhere in Finland rude, light, one horse ploughs – Forest all along and some enormous boulders – at 12 1/4 the fjord (right, near) and Fredericksham in sight – go along the river like arm of the fjord till 12 23/” over another arm of the fjord, and now straight to Fredericksham again the bouldery bushy common – alder, and juniper bushes – cranberry heather and brackens – green-warty pasturage among the boulders and bushes – now at 12 1/2 pass thro’ little hamlet – at 12 33/” after passed thro’ the deserted outworks enter the gate of the town, and at 12 38/” at the Station at the opposite end – not a soldier at the guardhouse at the gate – four passed us in the town – a good green cupola-topped church tower and good white church, and white washed good hotel de ville with pea-green topped cupola tower –  and a brick round building with green roofed dome – and some good looking house but the town seems dull and deserted tho’ the drums of soldiers have just struck up their enlivening sounds – good, wood loghouse station – off at 12 47/” – yellow a prevailing colour here – good barracks and exercising ground near the gate going out of the town, and soldierlike soldiers at drill there – barracks handsome building – yellow with white corinthian columns and window frames and dark coloured roof (darker than dark lead colour) – the water stretches a little on this side, and pass thro’ suburb of low unpainted cottages – now at 1 7/” fjord near (right) considerable expanse of water shut in by forest to the water’s edge – rock and boulder and thinly wooded (left) – and birch bushes among the juniper –  road sandy as before – till 1 20/” alongside or near this water –  and now among hilly, mossy, thinly wooded rocks with another peep of the beautiful islandy fjord – and a log cottage or by the wayside – other peeps at the fjord afterwards – Grönvik at 2 1/4          

Grönvik to Pytterlax 17 1/2 versts

to Wiburg 94 1/2         to Fredericshamn 16 2/6

Helsingfors 187 1/6

St. Petersburg 230 5/6

Lone house – new one – not quite finished –  will be very good – many good outbuildings the fjord at a little distance in front – forest all round –  several carts (little low waggons) at the station and met several with a large tonneau (holding several English hogsheads?) covered over with matting 1 in each little waggon – spirits I suppose off again at 2 1/2 – same sort of hilly rock, thinly wooded (think young forest) as last stage – coarse sandy road but good –  a few pitches all today but nothing to frighten anybody –  one may say, road hilly – here 2 55/” the gravel of the soil looks like limy chalky gravel – the rocks where bare have been stripped of their moss to build with etc. – at 3 10/” a little unpainted hamlet –  still big boulders here and there – and another snow plough or 2 – same sort of country and road on last stage or two –  at 3 20/” near to fjord again (right) and a few cottages or barns scattered about and corn fields as always near the huts – and in 5 minutes (3 25/”) an unpainted hamlet of little farms, as the little hamlets always are – oats out in little round cocks, and potato tops not yet cut here – black and white and red and white little cattle – this stage rather more hilly or pitchy than the last – flock of sheep – these and all we have seen in Finland look as if not very long since shorn – 3 50/”  road sandy – at 4 emerge from the forest – plain – fjord  some little distance right and village near it, and at 4 among the unpainted cottages 7 or 8 red roofed goodish houses (to the left) form a good looking village – at the station at 4 5/” Pytterlax – good 1 story line of brick barrack nearly opposite to it – the station house neat but small log house with red roof – large boulders lying in front of the house on the green –  and snow plough – red and dark green granite boulders – went in – always nice clean beds – might have slept  there very well –  

Gronvik 17 1/2 versts

Urpala 15 4/6 versts

 good whitish bread here – off at 4 21/” – hardly out of the little village before we reenter young Scotch fir forest again – rocky and boulder as before – from top of hill (steepish pitch) at 4 27/” looking down extensive open wooded plain – hamlets and cottages (unpainted) – and into distance right fjord and red-roofed village on the fjord therefore goodish village or little town pass over bridge over narrow stream (at 4 28/”) and thro’ one of the hamlets (very picturesque) colour of the weathered (unpainted) houses hardly differing from that of the great boulders lying all around – bits of pasturage among them and the young Scotch firs and junipers and little patches (fenced off) of corn – just now and last stage several yards of the road lay over the bare granite rock and as we just now galloped down the smooth slippery looking I marvelled at our getting down so very well at 4 55/” after more morsels of rock-road, another looking down upon extensive plain dotted over with hamlets and barns green rye and fields, and stooks of corn and big boulders as before but better cleared? and just now we pass some stolpe-bods and the roofs begin to overhang a yard or 2 at the ends – difficult to tell the unpainted roofs from the boulders in the distance – the distance all round shut in by forest – the potato tops here tied in little sheaves or bundles and hung over the fences to dry now at 5 again a little drizzling of rain and enter forest again –  this up and down hill and dale foresty breaky drive very picturesque and pretty – now at 5 20/” another lesser plain in view left – over our low birch forest mixed with scotch fir very young 8 or 9 years growth – and now more rain now at 5 25/”  another wide plain (left) as before an unpainted left near and a little red roofed village more distant ahead more population today than before since Åbo? we pass scattered unpainted village at 5 1/4 – picturesque rock and big boulders interspersed among the little cottages – 

at 5 1/2 pass wood bridge over little river and alight at our neat good little station – nice rooms – soon settled for the night at Urpala – they are Russians cannot speak hardly a word of Swedish or German so that we are all alike – no! one of the women can speak a few words of German – nice open airy situation – water not good since our landing in Finland, except Ann thinks at Nyby – Ann made tea in our little boiler –  John (Winter) fried us 1/2 dozen eggs – the people furnished us cream (we had our own bread and butter) and in about 3/4  hour we sat down to a very comfortable meal – and sat long over it – we had 1/2 a roll brought from Stockholm become very hard but good – we had rusks from different places ditto morsels of white bread and London biscuits so that the fine-rye cake we bought this morning was not wanted – we have latterly brought away butter in our little Götheborg wood butter-box and changed it pro re natā when not eaten e.g. this morning, we left our Nyby butter and took brought the Högfors butter – we have also one still unfinished pot of preserved lemon from home and red currant jelly from Stockholm, and Mr. Behrens’s (pronounced Bairnes) comfits that he gave us at parting – strong and warm of orange peel or essence of mint – In fact, we do very well – Rain and thunder and lightning between 7 and 8 for 1/2 hour – had Grotza about 7 1/2 – afterwards Ann and I at our books – she at the antiquities (Lardner) of Greek and Rome and I at my Swedish Russian grammar and writing the last 20 lines – yesterday and today in the carriage, looking about me, or writing, or dozing a little or reading Handbook or looking into Russian grammar – I have almost mastered the letters –  

Last night at Aborrfors 1st time of finding our room comfortably warmed – tonight, too we found the stove in the hall (the large middle room onto which all the others open) burning and our rooms very comfortable sure sign we are in Russia – the mornings end evenings are beginning to be more than cool – sat looking over Swedish Russian grammar till now 10 10/” p.m. at which hour Fahrenheit 59 1/2º - Rain in the night – fine but dullish morning –  a little drizzling rain just before and at the moment of arriving at Högfors – afterwards fair but cold and a good deal of cold wind till drizzling rain about 5 p.m. and heavy rain and thunder and vivid lightning between 7 and 8 p.m. I did not hear the thunder but saw 3 or 4 flashes of lightning –  Do not hear it raining now at 10 1/4 p.m. –  

Anne’s marginal notes:

little hamlet and mill and alighted at Högfors (good Inn) to breakfast –

the boulders of fine gravel

Roofs begin to overhang.

=

Water not good

Urpala

Russian spoken

+

stoves lighted

WYAS pages: SH:7/ML/TR/13/0035     SH:7/ML/TR/14/0002      SH:7/ML/TR/14/0003

A view of Högfors (Finnish Korkeakoski) from 1837. Anne and Ann were here two years later, enjoying the view of the cascades as they breakfasted at the inn, and Ann sketched them (image source):

A 1832 view of the barracks and exercising ground in Hamina (Fredrikshamn) that Anne observed (image source):

[libidomechanica]

“from bough heartache or lazily fondled torches gild”

Because youre slow, and  ward, that he knew it. Set, from  bough heartache or lazily fondled torches  gild they trembling head of 

dark. To meet and skill, loue and  listend without, nor would kiss. By his  sire indulged his tongue he filed; in  equal fire, into 

the green back thy gift: why should  visit us no more rustling.  Save here thou art covetous and sith repentance  had sung of the floor, 

and forgot all vital things, yet while  thou overcomest so, because  shes tired.      The sweet hair  behind. A hundred 

waterflies and the divine!  With loves me best it should  be, enlargèd Winds, tho wretch condemned, who  holds a poison foul of care, 

by now; Ive watched. Foolish am I to  think how this delight this thy  chariot attainted, upon his broad barbarian  sounds, ascend the 

waves its own delight tiptoe: for  other, and partly fear, and the  flowery mead where vice triumph was  allowed me like a nexus 

breaking to the sky of  the earth divide into  howling strings and purple: taste these affection  come away. By our 

love you and the morn has ears:  That same that others have seen her  voice when it is good to  feel my misery most 

true mistress still, more than for his  descending blow. sighs, and felt my blood glow  with me the sandhills of  mottled ore, gold dome, and point out 

my love will be time you leapt about  her mercy are have in this  lullaby now take thine shall I tell ye what  befell ye: cupid and 

hunger-starved, the original, ’“twas a  husband front it fearlessly— but who,  like cloud, above this noticed one of  heavens, I would wake us, and 

as warm land, well contentment gave; or,  if they but permitted, not  daring enterprise she lively dance,  and day, and Time will bear 

the prince; no doubt, some fair in prison  and is blown back He lovd shall love you.  when it singeth, angels in  the green and awe; till 

many wish imparted; stella: now she knew  it was death succeeded  life in your lawns and reproach.  And heaving a trick; It 

laye? down on her forfeit, so they seemd that  soft slumber through her nostrils small  misplaced? I carry it in his  way, where dewdrops wet; and 

dares to sing too as womanly as  can those wings upon her face not  so; but Ill tell, I grow old? We tell beginning  laugh, The nightingale Signified. 

to welcomnesse. sing noontide rain into  the ninety year  old woman ’“tis thee, an evening. From the  impatient stay, tracing fancies 

grew. Ay me!” Love the porch Look, what  thou tell me where winter-liuerie is;  the visions, and Greece and through mossy  rocks, and tempt there did beam. 

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

COMMANDER LILITH

THIS NEWS @ ME AND THE VINE COMP

LETS GOOOOOOOOO

BEST NEWS FIRST

IT’S SUPPOSEDLY FREE AND COMING OUT NOT THE 11TH BUT THE 9TH LIKE THIS MONTH THE 9TH LIKE IN 4 DAYS

I FEEL BAD FOR THE PEOPLE GOING TO E3 CAUSE NOW THEY CAN’T PLAY THIS DLC UNTIL THEY GET HOME, F IN CHAT FOR THE BOYS

HOLY SHIT THIS IS REAL OKAY

EVERYBODY STAY CALM

SANCTUARY IS UNDER SIEGE

TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW, BABY

THE VAULT MAP HAS BEEN STOLEN

OH WE’RE OFFICIALLY CALLING IT THE VAULT MAP NOW, OKAY, CALYPSO TWINS CONFIRMED TO HAVE TAKEN OUR OLD KEY

YOU KNOW WHAT’S NOT CONFIRMED WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ALL THESE GODDAMN PLANTS

YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT OLD CANCELED TPS DLC? OF COURSE YOU DO, THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE APPARENTLY USING AS A BASE FOR THIS ONE

REMEMBER THE “INFECTED” STATUS EFFECT? WELL, I’M ASSUMING THAT’S WHAT THE TOXIC GAS IS

“A DERANGED VILLAIN HELL-BENT ON RULING THE PLANET” SO WE’RE NOT FIGHTING THE CALYPSO TWINS?! SOMEONE UNDER THEM??? I ALMOST WANT TO BELIEVE IT’S SOMEONE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT- JUST SOME RANDOM ASSHOLE WHO WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD AND THE TWINS SHOW UP AT THE END OF THE DLC AND WIPE HIS ASS OFF THE MAP FOR US AND YOINK THE VAULT MAP THAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS AWAY FROM UNDER US

NEW LEVEL CAP 80?? HOLY FUCK?????? AND WE CAN START PLAYING IMMEDIATELY AT LEVEL 30 OH MY GOD I COULD KISS WHOEVER DECIDED THAT WAS NECESSARY I LOVE YOU

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR OP LEVELS? AM I GONNA BOP IN WITH MY OP8 ZER0 AND END UP FIGHTING ENEMIES AT LEVEL 88 WHEN I FINALLY LEVEL UP??? WHEN MY GEAR IS LEVEL 80 (AS THAT’S WHAT OP8 DOES) BECAUSE OH MY SWEET JESUS I DON’T WANNA GRIND MY HIDE OF TERRA AGAIN AHHGGGGGG

okay im gonna take a breath now

we’re calm

we’re good. this is good, we’re okay, i have to type everything 5 times over so its coherent but you know what this is okay this is happening, we’re cool.

i have to be the bearer of bad news as well but i don’t know if those screencaps of the ship from bl3 are what we’re seeing here in the new dlc (as much as I want to be right lmao). the screencaps of the ship definitely seemed like a insect infestation, not a plant one, ya know?

THEY’RE TURNING THE CARS GAY

or at least like... Buttstallion themed... check out the little horseshoe emoticon in the back there

but it’s pride month, they totally knew what they were doing and the fact that pre-ordered copies of bl3 apparently get a buttstallion themed skin for their ...gear... guns..? iirc... that means we can have gay guns in bl3, too. gearbox is treating us so fucking right, thank you

anyway the location the car is in looks like the highlands or a hammerlock’s big game hunt-type area. mossy/grassy with boulders in the background.

it looks almost like uranus spawns in right at the start of the dlc! which is awesome, and now i understand why they boost you to 30 before you start.

im verrrryyyy interested in that shot of Sanctuary up in the sky there. you can see the drill, its surrounded by a cloud of dust, it looks like its falling to pieces. i also don’t know where exactly this screenshot takes place but my first thought was the eridium blight (because of the mountain in the back) but that wouldn’t match the sky at all. I then thought maybe the ruins of helios? but we would be able to see more rocks and shit around the edges. then i was all “maybe the highlands”? the rock would match as it has grass growing on top, and sanctuary is very close to overlook, so it’s definitely possible. im gonna say somewhere near the highlands, yeah. the WEP and Opportunity are both fairly near there and it does have some pretty mountainous areas... so. maybe the highlands.

it looks like the giant vines are reaching up towards sanctuary so i retract my previous statement. i don’t think that’s dust. i think they’re drilling away at the plants trying to grow up to it lol

“Shooting the Moon” makes me think this has something to do with Elpis (not a surprise, if you realize the dlc they’re basing this off of is an old TPS dlc called Luxy’s Space Adventure where a bunch of mutated plant people end up on the space-cruise ship) 

honestly i’m really fucking hoping they bring back the flamethrower for the final boss (elon musk’s..?)

an area where we can see exactly what this space-cruise ship was supposed to look like

we also know in the dlc that the disease was spread by some space pirates, so i don’t know if that’s going to be the case here (they board the cruise ship and start spreading disease). Loader bots are apparently ‘Hacked’ so it’s probably not Hyperion we’re going at again. I could see them throwing the space pirates at us, tho maybe changing the guys a little bit so it’s not too much like Captain Scarlett. 

there is this boss character and that logo on the bottom, possibly a logo for who we’re going to fight in the new dlc? Interestingly enough, she’s got the red and black color scheme, too. cough troy cough. god them having space pirate as a backstory would be fucking AWESOME

i have been going thru the concept art album here if you want to take a look for yourself and tbh

this pic got me thinking about that “Atlas ice cream shop” prompt the VA for lorelei released 🤔

anyway, moving on from old dlc to what’s new! because lord knows they must’ve changed a lot lol

the infected psychos on the title art

also, correct me if im wrong, but it looks like lily is standing in 2 places at once- flying sanctuary on the right and three horns divide on the left

anyway

uranus looks a lot more DAHL themed than i originally noticed, like yeah he looks like saturn, but check that color scheme. may be the work of the new baddies.

this logo may hold some importance, but i can’t recall ever seeing something like it before.

so this minimap

lucky me i extracted all the textures from bl2 a couple days ago

im very pleased to say this doesn’t look like any minimap we’ve been shown so far, although i did a very quick glance through, so if you guys recognize it, please tell me!!

i can’t believe they made the guns sparkly and gay. Thank you gearbox. fucking thank you.

the area sal is in reminds of that one place in frostburn canyon, but i doubt that’s actually where he is. likely a new area we haven’t discovered yet!!

lily

the background is uhhh disgusting, but it is giving me WEP vibes, with the windmill/lighthouse (wherever that area is where you find maya’s ECHO log) and the walls. though the texture of the ground is giving me hammerlock’s hunt vibes.

anyone know why her wings are giving off the digital pixel look angel’s did? like the digistruct vibe?

weird.

tina! she’s clearly playing a big part in this dlc. wondering if pickle and athena are also around. I don’t think this is sanctuary. the big wall in the back. perhaps where the vines are actually growing from below the mining ship?

would then pin this as somewhere near overlook.

brick! looks to be the same-ish area as tina (if the buildings have anything to say about it)

honestly the people in the ground is killing me lol. person on the left seems like some random civilian..? he’s just got pants and loafers on. maybe the cruise ship crashed on pandora and the pirates aboard are taking their changes lol

doubtful, though, considering the plan seems premeditated with the huge cloud of toxic gas and shit

now I’m just wondering if the reason the CoV psychos are wearing those respirator-like masks is because the twins showed up with them and were like “if you wear these ‘blessed masks’ when you go to fight the plant shit, you won’t die. yeah, we’re gods. join our cult lmao”.

im just really curious how this ties into the CoV. I imagine either the twins are working with the (new?) villain somehow, or they end up stealing the Vault Map away from us (and possibly killing the bad guy first) at the very end of the DLC. I do want to entertain the idea that they’re like “hey!!! we can help!!!” and then end up betraying us right at the end and toppling Sanctuary for good and taking the key.

alright, that’s all i’ve got. I’m gonna go scream into my pillows now until the 9th happens. 

btw, season 1 of vip stuff happens TOMORROW (the 6th!). hype!!!

edit:

lilith’s digistruct pack has a red accent on it now

im wondering if this is some sort of projection of Lily since her wings have the weird pixels...

[epic-summaries]

British LegendsxPokémon

Gawain

As one a pearl doth prize, measured ’gainst pease, tho’ white, So do I hold Gawain above all other knight!

Didst thou a little lack, Sir Knight, in loyalty,

’T was not for woman’s love, or aught of villainy,

’T was but for love of life, therefore I blame thee less—”

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

For the longest time I had Solrock on his team. But I was never 100% comfortable with it because as the Maiden’s Knight I wanted to give Gawain only female Pokémon and Solrock is genderless (I also thought about giving him Braviary but Braviary can only be male). But luckily for me I looked up the Pokémon Species Type (for different reasons) and we have 4 sun/ne Pokémon (which doesn’t include Solrock).

Gringolet, Gawain’s horse has his own Wikipedia article. Not even Owain’s lion has that! Also Gawain’s Scottish, so unicorn. I was debating between Rapidash and Musdale because Gawain does have a story including a donkey. But Musdale is a working horse and Gawain is a knight. Rapidash feels more knightly.

Ponyta was Gawain’s first Pokémon. Gawain had found her in the field grassing. Slowly, the young (let’s say 5) Gawain would go closer to Ponyta every day. He would leave berries for her hoping she would come to him. Ponyta got spooked the few first times but sensing Gawain was kind, she let him come closer. Eventually, she came to Gawain. Once, Gawain tried to pet her, which surprised Ponyta and Gawain got burned. Gawain learned his lesson and the next time, he asked Ponyta’s permission to pet her. She gave him permission.

Neither one of them noticed when Ponyta left the fields and started to sleep in the stables with Gawain, but it didn’t matter. They were each other’s. (I’m going to make Gawain working at the stables for the Pope, ‘cause why not.)

Ponyta and young Gawain worked together and went on adventure together, both loving to explore. With Ponyta, Gawain was able to go places faster and help people. Classic knight errant stuff, but as a preteen.

Ponyta evolved into Rapidash during a joust. Gawain wanted to impress his uncle. Gawain was actually doing very well. He makes it to the end! And he was against a knight on a Rhyhorn. They would have lost if Ponyta didn’t evolve into Rapidash and won them the joust (Yes I am imagining that scene in the anime where Ash riding a Ponyta evolves into a Rapidash.)

The only time Rapidash goes into her pokéball is when Gawain is outside in the rain. But usually she hates her pokéball. Sometimes Gawain more time on her then he does walking.

Her moveset is Stomp, Fire Blitz, Megahorn and Poison Jab.

The Ralts line is partly based on knights. Why Gardevoir and not Gallade? Gallade cannot be female. (Also Gallade works with Guinevere.)

During his explorations, young Gawain and Ponyta found a Ralts in need of help. She was being attacked by a Ferroseed. She was locked into place unable to teleport. Ponyta used ember and the Ferroseed ran away. Gawain brings Ralts “home” aka still the stables in Rome. (Now I’m imagining them using Ralts during mass, it’s adorable in my mind.) Ralts becomes Gawain’s main battler. They sadly lost their first Little Cup tournament. But both of them worked hard and they won their next tournament using confusion!

She evolved into a Kirlia during a tournament, which because she evolved, Gawain was unable to use her. He lost the tournament.

Kirlia wasn’t just used for tournaments but in his adventures Gawain would often use her in battle and to help fight the wild Pokémon.

And in a reference to the Rise of Sir Gawain, Nephew of Arthur, she evolved into Gardevoir during the pirate battle. (I will never not think that’s cool.)

Gardevoir helped Gawain in negotiations when Arthur sent him away to talk with Arthur’s lords or neighbouring kings. Once when the negotiations were going bad, she created a black hole and scared a King in swearing his alliance to Arthur. (She’s still a fairy and they are mischievous.)

Gardevoir’s moveset is Moonblast, Psychic, Thunderbolt and Calm Mind.

When his character is not being butchered, Gawain is often a peace keeper. Leafeon is a piece keeper. Seriously, Platinum Pokédex: It basically does not fight. With cells similar to those of plants, it can perform photosynthesis. Also it gets stronger in the sun, like Gawain. And might be a reference to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, being green.

In the forest of Italy (because honestly it’s Arthuriana and the forest is magical and Pokémon has tons of Pokémon in the forest), while training Ralts, they found an Eevee sunbathing. Gawain decided to catch her. Eevee was more peaceful and she didn’t battle unless she had to. Though once a Surskit was bullying Ponyta, Ponyta kept trying to stomp on it but it wasn’t working. Eevee tackled the Surskit helping her friend.

In the Magical Forest of Adventure, Eevee had the nighttime munchies and found a mossy rock. Everyone was very surprised the next morning when Leafeon was sleeping with them. They blamed fairies.

Leafeon didn’t change much in personality. She is still very protective of her family and Gawain. Maybe some times a little to protective, getting revenge on people that wronged them.

Her moves are Leaf Blade, Sword Dance, X-Scissor and Synthesis.

Yes, based on both Mexican wrestlers and Aztec Eagle Warriors (seriously) doesn’t match a medieval knight, he is a hawk. And Gwalchmai may (there’s debate) mean Hawk of May.

After getting knighted Sir Gawain from the Pope, Gawain went back home to find his family. He met with Morgause and Lot and Agravaine and Gaheris and Soredamour. There was a family tradition when the child turn 13, they give them an egg of a flying type. Lot gave Gawain a Pokémon an egg, which hatched into a Hawlucha (I know Hawlucha is in the human-like egg group but magic was involved). Gardevoir and Leafeon were mainly her mothers. I’m also imagining Gawain and Hawlucha practicing fighting moves together. Gawain once wrestled Agravain and Gaheris at the same time using moves he learned from Hawlucha.

Hawlucha loved to tournaments. She made a septicle of the whole thing, which made her popular with the crowd as well. Though, sometimes she got into her own head and while showboating she got hit.

Her moveset is Sky Attack, Hi Jump Kick, Flying Press and Stone Edge.

Did you know Espeon is the Sun Pokémon? It also matches Mordred's Umbreon (spoilers).

Gawain was making a name for himself not just in the tournament scene but also in the adventure scene (sure he had a little hiccup with Owain/Morholt/Gawain maiden adventure but generally it was very positive). While on an adventure, Gawain slept with a woman who’s Vaporeon really liked Leafeon. Leafeon gave birth to two Eevees. Gawain kept one but gave the other to his little brother Mordred who was starting his Pokémon adventure. Eevee was easier to raise then Hawlucha for Leafeon. Eevee was always quick learning and loved to sleep with Gawain at night (which she kept doing after evolving). Some nights Gawain found her on his face sleeping (this did not continue after evolution).

Eevee evolved pretty quickly, like I said quick learning. On a bright day, resting from travel, Gawain was playing with Eevee. He threw a stick and the stick stopped in mid air. Having so much fun, Eevee evolved into an Espeon. (Basically the Eevees evolve in nontraditional ways.)

Espeon liked tournaments and showing off her precognition powers (blame it on Hawlucha’s influence).

Her moveset is Psychic, Shadow Ball, Toxic and Future Sight

Did you know that Volcarona is the Sun Pokémon? It’s partly based on sun spots.

Gawain heard about this magical Pokémon in ancient ruins. So, naturally it was adventure time (the theme of this post). He went to the ruins. It’s full of ghost and maybe a legendary? No, it was just a Volcarona. Not what was expected but still welcomed. There was a fight, where Gardevoir hits the final blow. It was as epic as any legendary battle.

After catching Volcarona, the ruins no longer caught fire randomly. So, the neighbouring town was very happy.

Volcarona like the Pokémon Dex entries say, she likes helping people and Pokémon. But, when angered, she is very dangerous.

Her moves are Fiery Dance, Bug Buzz, Quiver Dance and Heat Wave

Previous: Morgana

Next: Merlin

[team-free-will-oneshots]

Tag game

Rules: answer these questions and tag ten blogs you’d like to know better.

Big thanks to @demonsofhunting for tagging me !! <3

Nickname: Leah Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Aries moon and Aries rising Height: around 5′7″ Time: 5:18pm Favourite Band/Artist: Halsey ! Song stuck in my head: One Bad Night - Hayley Kiyoko Last movie I saw: the live-action Aladdin! Last thing I googled: socialism (lmao) Other blogs: sooo many... @samwinchestrrr is my main, i also own @effervescentwilight @whereisthejustice @leahslovelylibrary​ and @witch-aesthetics-xx​, and a ton of others that aren’t active! Do I get asks: yep! mostly requests, i’d love to get some that are just to chat though! Why this username?: bc i write oneshots abt team free will lmao Following: lmao i follow 838 people atm Average amount of sleep: like 8-9 hours? Lucky number: 3 and 14! What am I wearing?: black trackies and a grey hoodie lol Dream job: clinical psychologist!!! Dream trip: i really wanna go to like. rural ireland Favourite food: ok don’t come for me but i’m rly liking plain buttered toast at the moment lol Instruments I play: i sing, i can play the violin, and i can play a bit of guitar and piano as well Eye colour: green ?? my eyes are weird they change depending on the light, sometimes they’re super green, sometimes they’re more blue, sometimes they’re grey, they’ve also got some brown in there somewhere... idk man Hair colour: pink at the moment! naturally brown tho Aesthetic: mossy rocks, gently glowing candles, forests, nature reclaiming old buildings, the sound of music quietly echoing in a different room, warm hugs, the smell of lavender, the sound of typing late at night in front of a crackling fire Languages I speak: just english i’m afraid, though i’m learning spanish at the moment and know bits and pieces of french Most iconic song: girls by girl in red, or maybe work song by hozier Random fact: i collect crystals and have quite a large collection now!

Tagging: @justagirlinafandomworld​ @insomniac-with-a-juice-pouch​ @lmpala97​ @simplyxparker​ @81mysteriouslyme​ @ahsxual​ @brokencasbutt67-writer​ @helpmeluci​ @bestspnmoments​ @calaofnoldor​ - u don’t have to do it if u don’t want, but i’ve either spoken with you a few times or see you alot in my notes so i’d love to get to know y’all more!

[locochronic-blog]

1.

Cue the helicopters.

Federal agents soar high above California’s northern coast like eagles with a bird’s eye view of this multi-billion dollar black market marijuana industry. They see a symmetrically beautiful Yin Yang of rough blue sea and rolling green hills. Rhythmic waves crash like percussions on the shore ‘n rugged, mountainous terrains mimic the ups and downs of hill life for weed growers and trimmers, locals and transplants alike.

The task force chopper in the air slightly descends, losing sight of its moving target as a line of cars disappears under a Redwood forest canopy that is too dense.

Launch the drones.

Agents rely on monitoring live stream footage from their remote controlled drones as the little fed cameras swoop closer to the ground, able to finagle through trees with ease. Able to stalk this criminal brigade mobbin through the woods.

Humboldt, Mendocino and Trinity Counties are collectively known as the Emerald Triangle for ranking highest in Cannabis production throughout the United States for all of time… Don’t quote nothin tho. These counties have been putting in work since before getting high was this cool… and with all the recent advancements of this underground industry, getting high has never felt so sensational. 

This that LoCo Chronic, sucka.

Majestic rays of love and light filter through giant, ancient trees as the dusty mountain road begins to narrow on a summer’s eve. From the sun, rays of light travel a hundred million miles in under ten minutes and still must reposition around these mystical Redwood beings. 

Beings wider than the SUVs that maneuver amongst them through roads ’n coves. 

Fallen beings crafted into big castles.

It’s the green Wild West, baby.

Primitive ferns carpet the forest floor and rattle as the ground rumbles out of nowhere. Ballerinas of Godly mist percolate above vines and mossy rocks, dancing with mountain lions, bobcats, bald eagles and bears. One might imagine Louis Armstrong’s “What A Wonderful World” playing merrily in the background.

Shit ain’t sweet out here tho, so Tupac’s “High Til I Die” gets progressively louder with its deep bass and quick pace. People are really out here mobbin in the middle of nowhere.

“Smokin chronic muthafuckas, causing ruckus”, Tupac’s distinctly sexy voice stabs at the tranquility of surrounding nature. “It’s the last of the drank pull over, can’t hear a damn thing sober. High til I die, loced til they smoke me, the shit don’t stop til my casket drop… I’m high til I die…”

Oversized wheels race by, one set of beefy black rims after the other as five or six off-road capable trucks and SUVs cruise swiftly through the woods. The racket approaches Wyatt and Chaska's ranch rapidly, reverberating sounds of music throughout the hills, causing critters to scatter at once, with chills.

Rabbits and deer steer clear.

For growers and trapstars, summer in Humboldt is when all goes well, or, well, you’re fucked. And the drought ain’t over. Won’t be anytime soon. All this heat and wildfire smoke is a bitch, it’s making some hill workers go crazy.

“I know the feds watchin!” Chaska shouts above the music playing in the car, “Why else they circlin round here on a Sunday? Can't be no dang electric company!”

Chaska is co-owner of the grow-op and acts as both the armed guard and the DJ in the passenger seat. His buzz cut glistens with sweat on this hot August day and he wears a couple gold chains that contradict his country boy demeanor yet reinstate his unpredictable priorities. He also wears his machine gun like a seatbelt.

A gorgeous, soft spoken Alicia Keys look-a-like named Aura drives with one hand, adjusting the rearview mirror with the other to be sure of what she sees.

“We’ve got visitors!” Aura warns.

She feels alert and refreshed, refusing to put the A/C on anything other than high while she is behind the wheel. Curls poppin, dancing with the air that blows in their direction. Her beaded charm bracelets jingle over bumps and potholes as she transports a load of workers to the farm. Her favorite and most unique charm on her wrist was decorated by her son Carmelo after his last day of Kindergarten a couple months ago. He painted a beautiful rendition of her head and hair’s silhouette onto a plain wooden coin and she looks even more like a Goddess through the eyes of her child.

Aura is a mother, a college student and a bartender who hosts karaoke every Thursday night. With a demeanor so sweet, nobody would believe the lifestyle she truly lives… Not that she talks much about herself to strangers anyways.

Aura and Chaska teamed up to drive and guard the last car in the criminal convoy today. The goal of this backup squad is to deter cops and crooks, by any means necessary, from following the rest of the gangsta fleet of guards and workers up to Chaska and his brother Wyatt’s weed farm. 

Rose turns around from the middle row of the overly lifted SUV and peaks through the tinted back window. She finds herself at eye level with a couple steadily approaching drones and instantly snaps around to face front, paranoid about having her face on camera. She pulls her long, wavy hair into a sloppy bun and throws on a black hoodie to cover the distinct tattoos painted preciously on her arms.

The drones stream footage up to agents in the helicopter, revealing a line of pimped out trucks and SUVs all painted forest matte green so deep they look black at night. Each whip is equipped with massive all-terrain tires, heavily tinted windows, spotlights ’n grille guards.

Incidentally, all the doors and windows of this brigade are also bulletproof. Some markings decorate the exterior of a couple cars like souvenirs from upset shooters whose bullets never made it to the person riding shotgun.

Ironic.

Drivers, armed guards and over a dozen blindfolded passengers bump up the mountain on the hottest day in years. A sunny Humboldt summer that’s hot with the cops, too.

“Yeeee”, Chaska haws as he pops a magazine into his modified gun and loads the chamber, “I’m sher glad I done chose to git in your vehicle today, Miss Aura. Now open that sunroof for me, if you be so kind”.

Aura is Chaska’s sister-in-law, though she and his brother Wyatt split up a year ago. Wyatt waits at the ranch for the convoy of cars to pull up, caring for Carmelo along with other little kids and making lunch for the guards who stayed with them for the day.

Chaska and Wyatt look similar but act totally different. They are muscular and healthy, half Portuguese half Native American with a natural tan to their skin year round. They could pass as twins despite their different personalities and hairstyles. Wyatt is younger yet wiser and he flaunts his Native roots with long, silky black hair he keeps tied back while working. Chaska is a couple years older and keeps his hair short as if he’s about to deploy with the militia. 

Chaska acts so savage and redneck it’s comical, considering his familial upbringing surrounded by countless tribal elders guiding him in the right direction. Soon as him and Wyatt’s folks died Chaska quit attending ceremonies, quit showing respect to food he hunts and quit following advice from his tribe. As much as Wyatt becomes enlightened, Chaska becomes equally as dark and twisted. Instead of going to group gatherings, dances and prayers, a young Chaska would disappear for days at a time to camp in the woods. He can drive every single back road that stretches north, south, east and west in the Emerald Triangle blindfolded. He can survive for months alone in the wilderness. 

And he can kill anything that moves without feeling a drop of remorse.

Aura presses a button on the dash and the sunroof slides back like a door to an action packed movie. Chaska takes off his shirt, ties it around his face and throws on a baseball cap leaving only a slither of his eyes as evidence in a potential case. In one fluid, almost rehearsed movement he places a hand on the roof of the car and thrusts himself upwards til he is standing on the passenger seat with his gun toting in the breeze. He switches the safety off and steadies his aim amidst such dusty, rugged curves in the road. 

Agents in the air monitor the cameras that lag only a second or two behind real time. They see a masked figure pop up out of nowhere and call through their radios that there is what appears to be an M4 aimed directly at their pricey cop toys. Orders from base are given to hold the drones back a few yards and begin swerving them from left to right on this winding mountain cut through.

Turn those fuckers off.

Distance and swerves are no match for Chaska’s tactical moves as he holds down the trigger and sprays in one sweeping motion. With a shot to the brain of each robot, footage is immediately ceased, leaving nothing but fuzzy gray connections up on the helicopters split screen.