#mathair

[dragaorpg]

Cairn: Mathair's Curse, um JRPG escocês, libera primeira demo

Cairn: Mathair’s Curse, um JRPG escocês focado na história, lançou uma demo gratuita no Steam após 4 anos de produção pelo desenvolvedor solitário Ross McRitchie. Sobre Cairn: Mathair’s Curse Cairn: Mathair’s Curse é um JRPG por turnos sobre um menino e sua mãe, em uma história que explora o amor, o luto e a família. Quando um culto misterioso lança uma antiga maldição em sua casa, Alex e seus…

[gumnut-logic]

Cethair (intro)

Óen | Cethair

Okay, so about a third of you who voted requested some more Thunderdragons. I don't have much, and I need to write more, but here is the intro to the fic about Gordon's dragon.

This is a standalone fic that happens a few years before Óen. There are no HTTYD characters in this one. I needed to write it to sort out their history so I could write Óen. This AU/Crossover is hard work :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for all their support on this project. And many thanks to those of you who answered my poll today. It gives me an idea of what you guys would prefer. As always, I can't guarantee anything (stupid brain won't even do what I prefer), but you never know.

Oh, and this is apparently my 12,008th post on this blog. Go me :D

I hope you enjoy this bit.

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Virgil O’Treasaigh hurried between the tents careful not to trip on the pitch lines, but moving as fast as possible nonetheless.

The Flaithri’s tent was not far, the stamp of the Thunderbird was lit up by the torches clearly in the night, but it felt like leagues into the distance.

Perhaps because the title of Flaithri had shifted so recently and so painfully. Because behind that stamp he would no longer find his father, but instead his eldest brother.

And he feared his mood.

His flight leathers rubbed in places sore from travel and he let out a breath.

Casey had placed guards at the tent, the soldiers eyes sharp as he passed between them without question, striding through the tightly woven flax as it was whipped up by the wind off the black ocean to the west.

“Flaithri, I must speak with you.”

His brother was pacing, of a sort, the injury to his leg forcing a limp that had Virgil biting back protest. Considering the slice to his thigh, it was a sign of his agitation that he could pace at all.

Kyrano stood to one side, his eagle eyes watching everything. His daughter,  Tan, may as well have been a statue in his honour, her stance so mirrored her father’s.

“Scott!”

His brother stopped. His stance lopsided as he turned to face Virgil. “News?”

Virgil swallowed. “Mathair Chriona fears he will not see the light of morning.”

He watched his brother absorb the information. Ever the king he was born to be, there were no tears, only hurt in the depths of his eyes. “Nothing can be done?”

“We have tried everything. He has lost too much and his heart is beginning to falter.” Virgil’s voice cracked on the last word and his head dipped, his own calm strained beyond exhaustion and grief.

A hand landed on his shoulder, fingers tightening almost enough to cause pain. “John has spoken to Cóic.”

Virgil’s head shot up. “No!”

“Virgil, I will lose no more family today.”

And the blue of his brother’s eyes was terrible. Because today they had seen their father taken from them, the fire of Gaat’s beast scorching him from the earth.

The attack had been sudden and unexpected. Cóic had been unable to give warning, still too young to have the reach of an adult matriarch.

They had thought they were safe, hidden in the mountains in the land of the Picts, far from their homeland and the decimation the Scourge had wrought. They thought that Gaat could not find them.

His attack had targeted John and Cóic as it always did. Cóic was what he wanted, of course. The power of the Matriarch and the offence of John receiving the gift and not him had maddened the man.

But John had family and their father had intervened to protect and given his life. It was Gordon, seamaster at arms, who had leapt up onto the worm, stabbed the man, and ended the fight.

But despite his victory, Gaat’s beast had shaken him off and Gordon had fallen. If that was not enough, the cursed worm had then raked Virgil’s little brother with fire.

Gaat had been desperate and had withdrawn to lick his wounds.

But Gordon, dear Gordon…

A single tear tracked down Virgil’s cheek.

“Cóic will save him.”

“She can’t. We don’t know what creatures might be willing. What is the price?!”

But there was blue fire in those eyes. ���His life.”

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Next

[adelacreations]

“...Is that it, Mathair?” “That it is, little flame.” “But that’s not fair! That… That wasn’t a good story!” “Oh? Why is that, little one?” “There was an unhappy ending, no one lived happily ever after…” “Oh, my little flame… the story hasn’t ended. Far from it, the story has only just begun but it is up to the creature to figure out the truth. And when the creature does, everything will be well.” ______ Well... No one said getting your 'happy ending' would be easy, now did they?

aka a harringrove fae au because I cannot stop making complex alternate universes for these two!

[rossgamedev]

I'm excited to share my indie game on here!

Cairn: Mathair's Curse is Scottish JRPG, that explores love, grief and family. When a mysterious cult unleashes an ancient curse on their home, Alex and his friends must embark on an adventure, defeating wacky enemies, solving puzzles and meeting new friends along the way! On this Tumblr page I'll be sharing development updates and news about the game! :)

[ttjeffersoni]

@mathair-thiomanta i love your pfp girl

[thewolfisawake]

Papers scattered across the table. So much elegant script, showing less refinement the more aged it was. The main difference with them all were the writing at the bottom. Signatures.

"There's so many..." Nathair remarked, picking up a few and gleaning the details. Some were straightforward, some looked to ensure the signer would not escape.

"And these are only for deals struck outside of the Unseelie," Sceolan noted as she held essentially a ledger. A track of names and their parent's reward. The one for Unseelie supposedly was 'usually unwieldly' she wouldn't be surprised if nearly every person had a bargain.

"And all of them yours, in a sense," the Consort told them, "granted, I sometimes use some favors to grant others. But those are also tracked."

"What would we even do with all of these?"

"Anything. Nothing, I am sure those I have traded with would be relieved for that," they said, "but if you need away for any reason, use them."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"You know I go nowhere because of the Unseelie," their parent told them.

Sceolan said, "But you make it feel so...grim. Mathair, why are you showing us this now?"

"......you and Nathair are my loves. I want nothing more than for your happiness. But I am not so foolish to think the possibility I will make a grave enemy. That someone will attempt to stand in the way. That I may not be able to tread the path you will go. I do not have power on my own but I can use what I do have to secure this. Think of it as insurance. If it means your safety, your comfort, your freedom, there is nothing I will not spare. So promise me, that you will not shy from them if you need it."

Nathair took their parent's hand. A gentle kiss on their hand before their temple, "Promise, mathair."

Sceolan mirrored her twin as she sealed with a kiss, "Just so long as you do not go off doing something reckless."

"Me? Reckless? Hardly words you would string together."

"Mathair--"

"You have my word."

[catgriosaich]

rudeigin inntinneach mu dheidhinn an cànan jèrriais: tha iad ag ràdh “þ” airson “r”, dìreach coltach ri iomadh luchd na gàidhlig

mar eisimpleir:

fraingis: mère (mathair)

jèrriais: méthe

fraingis: lire (leugh)

jèrriais: liéthe

fraingis: saint laurent

jèrriais: saint louothains

[jinnies-lamps]

@mathair-thiomanta

Oni Tatsu Kakeru (aka onitatu99), Flying Body Attack

Acrylic

[jinnies-lamps]

Tagged by @the-funtime-autocrat. I need to share 12 albums I've been listening to! I choose to share my favorite albums, it is not 12 of them tho!! So here it is!

1) Gülümse - Sezen Aksu

2) Karma - Tarkan

3) Part İptal - Emir Can İğrek

4) Maya - Mabel Matiz

5) Dünya Yalan Söylüyor - Mor ve Ötesi

6) Prequelle - Ghost

7) Unreal Unearth - Hozier

8) Love Yourself Tear - BTS

I am tagging @not-easily-conquered @pirunika @mathair-thiomanta !

[embklitzke]

Wrinkles (World of Warcraft)

“Da, did Mathair write to Quel’thalas about this?” Sam Auroran looked up from the scattered papers on the desk, brows knitting as he regarded his younger daughter. Karinlyyn stood a few feet away, an unfolded letter in her hand, the envelope tucked between her fingers bearing the seal of the Argent Crusade. If she had been in a dress instead of the gray leathers, it would have been like looking…

[jinnies-lamps]

@mathair-thiomanta

i always feel like i’ve forgotten something :,)

[rossgamedev]

Tensions are rising in Albaness! This is from a new track for Cairn: Mathair's Curse inspired by traditional Scottish tunes and SNES style sounds!

[artcalledpourbrush]

Awe collage

The leaders give more that Activision

Watch tv

32000 for 1500

Approx

In Uvalde

Well parents aim is wrong!

Don’t just look at!

Thee only things in written…………

I am the 10, Ha ha ha I can feel anyway that you want

I just pressed that speaker button

Well it’s a mic

Oh wow

In do how & whyd why’s

Obviously miss spelled from

When where’s & I missing some thing

The mechanic manic

In prescribed

I don’t bolt to not see much

She don’t like you

It’s not my easy peasy

No where near my A&W

I’m a fountain

And she is stagnated

After wrong

Of brother died & so on an on

After mica pulled apart near around

The ground king region

We or me will still take you there

It’s like a song in my head dear mathair

[abdulrahman-family]

@Ilamaman27 @nightshadewine @rhube @socks-are-for-the-weak @ashandthebees @tottaly-not-a-random-person @deathspellsfrnk @phalliwell @yourdaisy @stellarstellasstuff @ollie-duck @love-bites-and-poetry-burns @thatcryptidOverthere @mentallyunwellautism @saturnzzzz @cheeserollsforever @reedygryphon @nightshadewine @marisbarra @poolboy-at-the-vampire-mansion @shostabroviiich @autistic-cowgirl @asolitaryrose3 @arothin @xhylerate @whimsybunn @mathair-thiomanta @jinnies-lamps @crowd-Of-crows @luckroar @withaboxofscraps @acereblogs @blueish-in-colour

PLEASE DON'T SCROLL!!!

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[artcalledpourbrush]

Leash Unchanged If more of men had leashes around their necks Dog will comply easier than other animals Men left upon neck free I would pull behind them Snap a flat back with only two legs only Give no care to arms Feel upon the behind of a cranium Cracking next Leash Ping My keys channel clanging Not T in killing season Deniro The head was laid with leather shiny brush Mojave plays better cat and mouse Oliver just better than principle player It’s a tool not a life A son will play in the great Dunes The crooked wicks still burn Shotgun analysis The pellets changed a landscape Weather & women wow Since pinch to neck Sorta speak of reel with real play Power on Press > Light the candle gold finger close Now see the energy move As you get close Afraid for the burn Press self You are the unchained Love the way I put it together Burning matte hair melt That hare getting in a way Seed the children Ohh mathair Recoup beyond ahhhhhh A recluse I smash in tha shower Hold on tha styrofoam protocol This mold held up for engine My missile for unleashed Burn rockets Land on targeted impact Affect effects omni universally AEIOU the you Leashed Change All lease brings The Sun is revolutionary Stand against Goliath Sag inbetween God You may think more Thee upholds yawn me Cry rhino The de crucification is upon May I speak French Fuck you Change lease Unchained leash Too stoopid ( add title here) Too stoopid ( add title here) Too stoopid ( add title here) Row ohh on Paddle hard The lightning strikes into sands too make glass

[excalibursapphire]

Mathair, the warframe. She's a fan made warframe.