#Blue Mountain Vineyard

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Clouds (No. 1250)

Napa, CA

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MyWinePal’s Top 4.5 – 5 Star Wines for 2024

MyWinePal’s Top 4.5 – 5 Star Wines for 2024 @winesofbc #bcwine @nzwine @california.wines.canada @drinkalsace @valpolicellawines @winesoftuscany @spearheadwinery @bluemtnwinery @hestercreek1968

While I was Grinch-like in awarding 5 stars to only three wines I tasted in 2024, I was more Oprah-like with the 4.5-5 -star wines.  Plus, there are many quality wines, so it should not be a surprise.  This year there were 13 BC wines, 18 Italian wines, 4 French wines, 2 Californian wines, and 4 wines from New Zealand on my list. 41 wines out of 493 wines this year which works out to 8.5% of the…

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Nightmare - Crown Prince of Durmous

Durmous - aka, the place the story is set in! - is the largest and most prosperous kingdom, famous for its robust economy, advanced infrastructure, and diplomacy. It’s a central hub for trade and intellectual pursuits, known for its universities and libraries, which attract scholars and diplomats from far and wide.

Customs & Culture: Durmous values peace and stability, with a strong emphasis on unity and legacy. Marriages are often arranged between nobles to keep alliances strong, but the kingdom is known for its tolerance and open-mindedness, particularly regarding individual freedoms. Durmous celebrates an annual festival in the spring, honouring life and renewal, which often includes public feasts, games, and the sharing of traditional songs and stories.

Religion: While the people of Durmous are free to practice any faith, the kingdom generally honours the Celestials, a pantheon representing wisdom, justice, and compassion. They believe the stars guide the fate of royalty, and it’s common to consult astrologers on major decisions.

Royalty: Nym, Nightmare’s mother and the ruling King, is wise and forward-thinking, renowned for her strength and diplomacy. She has a strategic mind and encourages intellectual and cultural growth. Nightmare, the eldest prince, has one sibling, Dream, who has a more emotional and idealistic temperament.

Architecture: Durmous boasts dark stone castles with high, spired turrets and elaborate gothic designs. The structures have pointed arches, intricate stained glass windows, and iron detailing. Buildings are arranged in an open, sweeping formation around the palace, giving a sense of controlled elegance rather than claustrophobic defence. Courtyards and gardens feature twisted, elegant iron benches and statues of mythical beasts.

Clothing: Durmous fashions lean toward heavy, rich fabrics like velvet, silk, and brocade in dark jewel tones—deep purples, emeralds, and midnight blues. The wealthy favour sweeping cloaks and high-collared coats with elaborate embroidery and gems. They love long sleeves, tall boots, and rings with dark stones, reflecting a sense of mystery. Even in common clothing, Durmous citizens prefer dark tones, which plays well with darker dyes like indigo and crimson from locally grown grapes and fruits. This makes Dream, with his preference for bright yellows and blues, usual.

Climate: The climate is temperate but misty, with frequent fog rolling in from the mountains, making mornings and evenings cool. The temperate climate makes it perfect for growing rich fruits like apples, blackberries, and grapes, which are the kingdom’s main exports. Wines from Durmous are prized for their dark, full-bodied flavours, often enriched with spices traded from distant lands.

Diet: Durmous’s diet focuses on fruits, cheeses, pastries, dark bread, and preserved meats, with a special fondness for wine and cider. They’re known for their vineyards and orchards, with wines and ciders aged to a rich, complex depth. Meals tend to be hearty but reserved—Durmous citizens are sophisticated in their preferences, enjoying quality over variety.

Fauna & Flora: The plants and herbs native to Durmous include hemlock, belladonna, elderberries, and sage. The landscape around the castle is dotted with thorny rose bushes, ivy, and climbing blackberries, which reflect the dark and enigmatic culture. Animals in the kingdom include ravens, foxes, and large black hounds. The people of Durmous also dye their fabrics in hues taken from these plants, giving their clothing an earthy, moody tone.

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Nightmare is seen as a cruel man. he is cold, dark, and drawn to all things macabre. More than one person has called him ‘evil’ before, a creature borne of complete darkness and negativity. it was widely believed that as a child, he was swapped out for a changeling. Nightmare doesn’t know why people see him the way they do; he doesn’t realise anything’s wrong? he’s just quiet, and prefers time to himself.

he enjoys reading a great deal, and spends most of his days in the library, reading books, playing the grand piano, writing, or tending to needle work. he is naturally very smart and book savvy, but less understanding of social circumstances.

He also seem to just KNOW things that people don’t, he KNOWS secrets you’ve never told people, and he can and WILL hold them over your head if needs be. there’s no doubt he will be a GREAT leader.

Nightmare used to escape the castle grounds as a child to take a book and climb a tree, to read alone, undisturbed by his hand staff or his brother who wants to play.

Both Dream and Nightmare dislike their Mother, the King, but constantly vie for her attention.

[throneofsmut]

Bound In Flames - Part 9

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister-Reader || WC: 3.4k || Warnings: Mentions of Death and Trauma

Summary: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

****

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep, but it couldn’t have been for long because from the window in Eris’s cabin—your cabin—you could still see the night sky and lit bonfires in the distance. You were still in the same position you were in when you had finished fucking.

You on top of him with him still inside of you.

Eris still had a hand on your hip while the other rubbed lazily across your back.

Slowly pushing up, your hands braced against his muscular chest, “How long was I asleep?” you whispered, your voice still thick with sleep.

He didn’t respond, he only gave you a small smile and continued to rub his hands along your thighs.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks. “You were asleep too?”

Eris let out a small laugh, “Until you started squirming trying to get more comfortable.”

You let out a small laugh of your own, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll wake you up before I go back.” Something like anger and pain seemed to flash across his face, his eyes, at the last four words he spoke.

“Before you go back. . . Under the Mountain?”

He nods. Once. Tightly.

Your hands cupped his face, making him meet your gaze, “I don’t want to sleep then. Let’s spend our last night together.”

Those amber eyes, his eyes, searched your face, for what you don’t know, but then he was kissing you. Wordlessly he pulled away and then he was carrying you to the bathroom and sat you atop the counter.

Watching him as he filled the tub with water, added soaps and oils to it. Then he grabbed bottles of hair products and towels before setting them on the chair near the tub then carried you to the tub and placed you in it. He followed in right after and silently washed your hair and skin. Placing soft kisses as he went and you did the same for him. When you were done he dried you both off and then you dressed.

You were waiting for him to finish lacing up his boots when he caught you yawning, “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep, little flame?”

“I’m sure,” you nod. “Do you have any food here? I’m starving.”

“No, but, there is an orange grove and grape vineyard a mile back.”

You arch a brow, “What kind of grapes?”

“Green.”

“Autumn or Spring?”

“Autumn,” he smirks, “why?”

“I haven’t had Autumn grapes in years and they’re my favorite.”

He laughs softly, “So, no, oranges?”

“I mean, I love oranges too, but I don’t want to peel them. I hate how my hands feel after. And Autumn grapes are always crispy.”

He walks up to you, placing his hands on your hips, “I’ll peel them for you.”

But before you get a chance to respond he leads you out of the cabin and the crisp autumn night breeze hits your face. Eris puts his arm over your shoulders, tucking you into him and one of your hand fists the back of his tunic as if he’ll vanish. As he leads you down a trail, towards the vineyard and grove.

“So your favorite color is blue and autumn green grapes are your favorite, you love oranges. . . What else?” Eris asks.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything.”

“I don’t know anything about you. So how about a question for a question ?” You offer.

“All right, fair enough.”

“What’s your favorite color?” you ask.

“Red.”

You snort, “That’s not surprising.”

“Family?” He asks.

“My mother died when I was young and my father doesn’t know about me. . . at least he acts like he doesn’t.”

Your mate leans down and places another kiss atop your head, “I’m sorry, little flame.”

“Me too,” you whisper. “Anyways, what about you?”

“My mother and father are both still alive. No sisters. Six younger brothers, but two died years ago.”

“Lucien told me about that. Where you. . . one of the ones—“

“One of the ones holding him down while his lover was executed? No.” He looks over his shoulder, “Who do you think got word to Tamlin and slowed down my other brothers?”

“Does Lucien know?” you ask softly.

“If he does, he doesn’t show it.” He answers. “What about you, any siblings?”

“No,” you breathe. “But, after my mother died, another family took me in and they already had three daughters. They became my family or the closest thing I had to one. The three of them were like my sisters—they are my sisters.”

“Older or younger?”

“All older.”

“Are you close with them?”

“Uh, no, not really. Just with the youngest one out of the three. The two oldest ones were closer to each other and the third one and I were closer.” You confess and some part of you wishes you had tried more to get along with Nesta and Elain. To get closer. Since you might not have the chance to later. “What about you and your brothers? Are you close with them?”

Eris lets out a bitter laugh, “Gods, no. When we were younger I tried to protect them from our father, before he could turn them into cruel, sick bastards—“

“Like him?” You finish for him.

“Like him,” he nods. “Then when we got older, I had to keep them in check,” another bitter laugh, “while playing the cold, cruel and calculating heir of autumn.” He stops. Then moves to stand in front of you and struggles to meet your eyes. “You’re going to hear things about me, if you haven’t already and—“

“I’ve done things too,” you tell him. “And I’m going to do more.”

You’ve already made your peace with doing whatever you have to do to kill Amarantha and those who get in your way. For your mother, for the summer court faerie, for Lucien and anyone else she’s hurt. And for you.

“What are you talking about. . . what have you done ?” His large hands cup your face, tilting your head up, making you look at him. “Talk to me. . . please,” he says. Softly. Gently.

“We become monsters, to survive monsters.” You say deathly soft and Eris’s brows furrow as he searches your face for more answers, but it’s too late. You’ve already put on the cold mask you’ve worn for years.

“What happened? What have you d— What are you going to do?”

You shook your head, “I won’t ask you what you’ve done or what you’ll do and neither should you.” You hardly recognize your own voice. Except for the coldness of it. The sharpness of it.

Eris let go of your face and took one, two, three steps back. Away from you. Then he runs his right hand through his hair before covering his mouth with the back of it. He lets out a shaky breath, “Do you not trust me—did I do something?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you look at him. Really look at him and realize that his hands are shaking, his heart is racing and his breathing is uneven.

He’s nervous. Scared.

Scared of what you’ll say and the fact that you haven’t said anything is only making it worse. You blink once and you can see yourself through his eyes. Your head is cocked in a way that is more animalistic than anything. Like a predator sizing up its prey. You blinked again and now you’re looking at him through your own eyes again.

Shaking your head, “No, Eris, you haven’t done anything.” You tell him, hoping to soothe his nerves.

He lets out a sharp breath. His hands have stopped shaking and his heart isn’t racing anymore. “So you don’t trust me.” He’s says it more to himself than to you.

“I never said that.”

“Then what is it?” He says feigning nonchalance, but you can still hear the doubt lacing his words.

“There’s no point in me telling you, when you’ll see it,” you admit.

He prowled closer to you until you were chest to chest, needing to crane your neck back to look him in the eyes because of your height difference. You forgot how tall he was—how powerfully built he was.

A muscle in his jaw feathered before he spoke, “If you’re not going to tell me what you’re talking about, then tell me something real.” Not a request, a command.

“I’m scared,” you whisper. His brows furrow and his eyes widen, that wasn’t at all what he had expected you to say. “I’m scared of how you’ll feel when you find out about the real me. . . When you see the real me. Who I am.”

It’s no secret that none of the seven courts are really friends, but your mother used to tell you about how feared she and her brother were. Her twin. He is the most powerful High Lord in history and she is—was—the most powerful female in history. And how feared their inner circle is.

Your mother was second in command to her brother. His third in command is more powerful than them but her power is different. Otherworldly. Their cousin is his fourth and she has the power of truth. The general of his armies and his spymaster are the most powerful Illyrian’s in history. Each needing seven siphons to hold the raw killing power they possess. And his spymaster is also a shadowsinger.

You inherited your mother and her brother’s magic and then some from your father, but you had also been born with the power of fire. You used to ask her why you had fire and she didn’t, if she was from Night and my father wasn’t from Autumn or the Day Court. And she would simply kiss the palms of your hands and say, “Is the sun not a star.”

She always told you, you were blessed by the Mother and the Cauldron for having so much power. But, as you got older you realized she said that because you’d been born with a target on your back. Which was why she trained you the way she did.

You let out a few sharp breaths, trying to will away the tears pooling in your eyes, to no avail. “When you find out what I did and. . . what I’m going to do. What I can do. What I will do.” Your throat working as you spoke your last fear, eyes squeezing shut, “I’m scared that you’ll die because of me. Just for being my mate. . . and I won’t be able to do anything about.”

Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you feel Eris gently, so gently, tuck your hair behind your now rounded ears. His fingers tracing the rounded curve of them so softly. And it’s all you can do to not flinch beneath his touch.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until he whispered, “The real you. . . the real you, that has pointed ears.”

Not exactly a question, but you nodded your head anyways.

“Can you show me?” His voice was gentle like his touch had been moments ago.

You shake your head, “Even if I wanted to, I can’t.”

“Can you tell me, why?”

“It’s a blood spell.” Your voice was barely audible, you only knew he heard you because of how close we were. “My mother made it so that only someone on her side of the family could undo it. I can’t do it.” You left out the part that there’s only one person alive in the entire world that could do it and you don’t even know if he would do it. “I can show you my true form for a couple seconds, but the. . .“ Your voice trailed off as you remembered how much pain you felt when you showed yourself to Raihn. How it intensified until it was all you knew. Until it nearly killed you.

“But, what?”

Eris’s voice brought you back to the present and you shook your head, “But, the pain I’d feel, would be all consuming. Searing. So hot that it felt impossibly cold, until it killed me. . . I’ve only done it once before and was surprised I survived. I doubt I would survive it a second time.”

The only reason you survived then was because Raihn had channeled some of his power into you. And continued throughout the next couple days. Since the blood spell suppresses your powers. You can only feel that you still have your magic—barely—but you can’t access it. Except for one, but it’s not much. It feels like a drop instead of a vast ocean like it used to.

“Why are you scared of how I’ll feel when I see you? Did the blood spell affect your physical appearance?” Eris asked.

You nodded your head, “I still look the same, but my coloring is different. This isn’t my true hair or eye color.”

“Do your sisters know?”

“No,” you breathed, “and they’d probably hate me. For lying and being fae.”

“Look at me.”

You shook your head.

“Little flame, look at me.” His voice a plea and prayer.

So you did.

“Because you told me something real, I’ll tell you something real,” his throat bobbing, “You're capable of hurting me in ways I'm not sure you've even begun to fathom. I might be skilled enough to land a death blow, but you alone have the power to fucking destroy me. And I would let you because you are everything to me. Do you understand that ?” His voice raw with emotion.

“Yes,” you said softly.

You didn’t even realize you had started crying again until Eris was wiping them away. “I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done, you’re my mate. Mine.”

You had no more words for him—your eyes saying what you couldn’t put into words. A new sort of vulnerability as you laid yourself bare for him. Eris. My mate. Mine. A challenge thrown down. Waiting to see how he would react.

Eris Pov:

How many others had run from this part of her, not being able to handle all that she is? I hated them all merely for putting the question in her eyes.

I love her as she is. All that she is.

I wouldn’t run from her. No, I only met her stare as I let her see all of me too. Her throat bobbed before her lips curved up into a smirk. My eyes falling to her lips, tracking the movement and then back up to her eyes. Without even thinking my hands settled on her hips, her cheeks flushing from my touch, her pupils flaring.

I see you, I silently conveyed to her. And I like all of it.

Likewise, her smirk seemed to say.

Dragging my eyes from the smirk that made the floor a little uneven. I gripped her hips a little tighter with hands that were surprisingly shaky. Then my mouth was on hers. Claiming her.

I begrudgingly pulled away from her when my stomach growled, quietly cursing myself while she laughed at me. “Come on, let’s get the grapes and oranges.”

****

Reader POV:

Eris winnowed you back to the cabin, his arms full of grapes and oranges along two plates piled with meat and sauce and bread, and a bottle of red sparkling wine—he said he would hold it all.

Eris was hesitant to take it, but Bayne—the owner of the vineyard and orange grove—insisted. You were the one that had knocked on his door. The last time you saw him you were eight years old, yet something like recognition flared in his eyes when he took you in. It took him a moment to respond when you asked if you could pick some grapes and oranges, but he said yes and went back into his home. So Eris and you went about picking them when he came out with two plates in hand. Startling when he saw you were with Eris.

It didn’t help that, Eris immediately stood between you. Walking around him, to hand Bayne a few gold coins—more than what was needed—but he had always been kind to you and your mother. He politely declined and insisted you take the plates. Bowing your head in thanks and took them, Eris’s voice cut between your silent interaction. “Why?” he asked.

Bayne never took his eyes off you as he said sadly, “She reminds me of someone. . . of an old friend who passed a few years ago.” An old friend—your mother.

Eris didn’t say anything else as you handed him the two plates you were holding and placed the gold coins in his hand and thanked him again. Then Eris winnowed you back to the cabin. And you both ate your plates in comfortable silence. You sat atop the kitchen counter and he remained standing, next to you.

He finished his plate before you did and kept true to his word. He silently went about rinsing the grapes and peeling oranges before plating them between you. And once you finished your plate, he took it and washed it, before pushing the plate of fruit closer to you. Moaning at the taste of them and he laughed softly. “Good?”

“So fucking good.” You said around a mouthful of orange, which earned you another mirthy laugh from him.

****

You had moved back to the bedroom, your head settled on his chest, his hand playing with your hair as the other rested on the small of your back.

Huffing as you looked out the window.

“What’s wrong, little flame,” he asked.

“It’s almost dawn,” you grumbled. Which meant it was almost time for him to go back Under the Mountain.

He kissed the top of your head, “We’ll see each other again. Soon.” He promised.

And he had no idea how true that was.

But, right now, you wanted him. No, needed him. You needed him. To feel him, incase you wouldn’t have the chance to again.

He didn’t stop you as you moved to straddle him. Not as you pulled at his tunic—a silent request for him to take it off, and he did. He didn’t say anything as you leaned down, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest. The only thing you heard was his heart pounding, when your fingers lightly skimmed where his skin and his pants met. You weren’t sure he was breathing and just to see what he’d do, you palmed him through his pants.

Eris barked a curse.

You laughed quietly, kissing his chest again, and then swirled your tongue around his nipple, teasingly, letting him know what was to come.

And when you laid your palm flat on him again, “You’re mine,” you breathed.

Eris’s breathing started again, jagged and savage. Feral. You flicked open the top button of his pants. “I’m yours,” he ground out.

Another button popped free. Then the third, but then you felt him before you heard him.

Raihn.

It’s nearly dawn, his deep gruff voice sounded in your head. He was pissed and now so were you.

You growled and Eris just stared at you confused. Shaking your head at him and before you could tell Raihn to go back to the Manor, his growl shook the entire cabin and seconds later he had broke down the door and was in the bedroom. Snarling and baring his teeth.

It was all Eris could do to put you between him and the wall. His body a solid wall between you and the white wolf. Raihn’s eyes fell to the dagger Eris was clutching, his knuckles white from the grip. Then the wolf’s eyes tracked the hand Eris had placed on you protectively. Raihn cocked his head, his snout twitching once, twice, scenting us. Scenting Eris and he growled, baring his teeth in a snarl.

Eris readied himself for the massive wolf’s attack, but before he could do anything you snarled at Raihn, “I’m gonna kill you!” Raihn only growled in response.

Trying to make your way to him, but Eris was holding you back, Raihn noticed and took a step forward. He snapped at Eris in warning and Eris to his credit didn’t falter, he only readjusted his grip on his dagger. You rolled your eyes, pushing past Eris, standing right in front of Raihn, “I’m gonna kill you!” Pinching the bridge of your nose, “I told you to stay in my room, you know it’s not safe out here for you. They’re hunting you!”

He let out an annoyed huff.

“And you can’t just barge in like that, where are your manners ?” You said scolding him like a mother would a child—your hands now on your hips—and he whined. You turned back to look at Eris, still shaking your head at Raihn, and he—Eris— was just gaping at you.

For other parts: Bound In Flames Series Masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 10 part 11 part 12

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Fellow Appalachia enthusiast! Which Gilmore Girls characters would thrive in Appalachia and what would they love best about it?

I love this question!!! So glad to see there are other Appalachian enthusiasts out there in the ether.

Luke would easily be the one to LOVE living in Appalachia. His quiet, unassuming nature fits the region best, I think. He'd own a diner in a small Appalachian town, go fishing on his off time, and live a cabin in the woods. As someone from an Appalachian town comparable to Stars Hollow, I remember the grumpy diner owner there fondly. (Holler!! Now I want to write a Gilmore Girls/Appalachian AU titled Stars Holler). Luke would THRIVE in Appalachia.

Lorelai and Rory feel slightly too city girl to live in a holler, but they would like Roanoke or Ashveille, I think. They take an annual pilgramge to Dollywood and Pigeon Forge and make fun of tourists together. They'd share an undying obsession with Dolly Parton and her incredible park food (seriously, Dollywood has the best park food.) Lorelai would appreciate and participate in Appalachia's long hand-crafting and quilting cultures. Imagine if she owned an Inn there and sourced all of the decor, bedding, and art from local artisans. Same goes for Sookie and the food. (Sookie and Luke would make amazing biscuits, ham, and collard greens!!)

Rory would love Appalachia's literary history. We already know her appreciation for William Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor, Thomas Wolfe, etc. She'd appreciate the cultural landmarks of Appalachia (The AT, FoxFire, labor union history, etc.) more than the daily life there. I think it may bore her. This is why she'd like Asheville or Roanoke more than anywhere else. Both of those cities are full of artists and writers. Also, Roanoke is a local news haven.

I could only see Jess living there permanently in a city like Roanoke or Pittsburgh (which I'm choosing to include here because I feel sure he'd like it and its in PA). Places like Huntington, Morgantown, and Ashveille would remind him too much of Liz/TJ (hippy dippy druggy) for him to fully enjoy them. He would also be the type to visit Luke for a few days and revel in the quiet magnificence of the mountains. He reminds me a little of James Still, an Appalachian contemporary of the Beats. I could see him taking 6 months off from Truncheon, renting a cabin in the woods, and writing a book. Jess would appreciate the solitude of Appalachia the most. (I miss this aspect of it the most, myself.)

Characters who I think would love Appalachia: Lane (the live music), Richard (history buff, though he'd have a complex about it), Christopher (he'd love riding his motorcycle on the Blue Ridge Parkway), Sookie & Jackson (the agriculture and food ways), and really, the enitre Stars Hollow Gang, especially Taylor. Liz and TJ strike me as WV types, Huntington or Morgantown. They can't afford Asheville (trust me, no one can.)

Characters who I think would hate Appalachia: Logan, Paris, and Emily. Emily might enjoy the vineyards, musuems, and things specifically tailored to wealthy, Northeastern visitors. I can see her calling most of it "quaint." Logan and Paris would be the ones to make cruel incest jokes. Sorry to all you Logan and Paris lovers, but that's completely true.

I hope I didn't miss anyone! This was a great ask, thank you :D

[annachum]

Some 7 Rings Hell Royalty aesthetic lists

Pride

Huge gold statues, trophy cases, Mirror Halls, portraits of your ancestors and descendants, dark book shelves, ancient astronomy books, red capes and robes, apples, snakes, the weather, starry night sky

Wrath

Fire everywhere, horses, sand dunes, oasis, wild Plains, scorching mountains, the Grand Canyon, spices, orange silks, gold accessories

Gluttony

A sumptuous buffet, warm surroundings, tropical setting, lots of drinks, canine demons, yellow armors and capes, culinary magic, hearth magic, herbs

Greed

Banknotes, coins, banks, limousines, Circus tents, money trees, green royal garments, currency signs, stock market, financial charts

Lust

Fields of flowers, art galleries, libraries, herbal teas, botanic hospitals, lingerie sets, lipstick marks, masquerade balls, blue and purple silk, river gondola rides, gardens, vineyards, romantic poetry

Envy

Undersea palaces, pearls, blown glass artifacts, mirrors, the Green Eye of Envy, ocean demons, pirate ships, navy vessels, rainforests, beaches

Sloth

Snow, Frost, Hot drinks, shadows, fogs, rager sleepovers, sleeping till noon, houses on clouds, fancy pyjamas, hypnosis, incense candles, divination

[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH 6

He stitches Zoro's ankles up the way his dad would sew him up. Minus the apologies because he didn't give these cuts to Zoro, he did it to himself.

(chapter contains brief acesan)

Travelling with Luffy was a whole new level of excitement that coated Sanji's haki to become tiresome very quickly but he powered through. Luffy was a bundle of excited energy and Nami's freedom overwhelming at times but he cooked. Usopp was nervous as he told stories about his dad on the seas travelling with Shanks. All clips from the paper Sanji knows. Zoro also refuses to see his worth it seems. No matter how Sanji can defend or care for the crew Zoro seems to find him lacking.

So Sanji cooks. He's rarely out of the galley but since the Merry is small he still has quite a few interactions with his crew and fights with Zoro more often than not it seems. He wishes he could get along with the Mosshead but there's just something about him that irks Sanji. Not even the fact the guy wants to kill his dad, that's not even part of the problem, even if he has the potential to get good enough to do it. Maybe it's because his dad let him live? Sanji isn't going to waste energy, he can't. He has a crew to cook for after all.

When they pick up Vivi and Karoo, both of them are bigger than Sanji remembers. Up until now they were permanently small, three and just barely a year old. The small duckling could fit in his hands then. They don't talk about it, Sanji acts aloof when she asks if she knows him. He can't let it get out, get uncontrollable because he and his crew will die before they reach Alabasta otherwise.

Little Garden leaves Sanji with the ship and no crew. It's a couple hours after the crew is supposed to be back when he goes searching and finds the hut with the forever post to Alabasta. He finds his crew mostly fine and some guy he assumes is the Mr. 3 that Mr. 0 was looking for on the denden.

“Oh, Sanji. What are you doing off ship?” Nami asks him.

“It's a few hours past when you guys said you'd be back so I came looking. Good thing too, I found this.” He smiles as he presents the post. Vivi squeals in delight and hugs him and Sanji hugs back and helps her put it on her wrist. It reminds him of his parents. Of his dad who would rarely bring home jewellery for his mother but placed it on her with the utmost care. He stitches Zoro's ankles up the way his dad would sew him up. Minus the apologies because he didn't give these cuts to Zoro, he did it to himself. He doesn't even give the sentient algae a smile or call him dumb, just focuses on the task.

That night when he and Vivi meet in the crows nest, her doing the first watch him doing second does he give her a sorry smile.

“My crew, they can't know. It's a secret.” He explains.

“I'm glad you're alive, I'm sorry about your mother.” Vivi says.

“Don't be, she's alive and well. I am sorry about yours.” Sanji replies as he rubs her shoulder.

“Thank you, you both got out then?” She asks.

“Yes, it was rough but a man found us and took us in.” Sanji nods.

“Zeff, right? The retired pirate at Baratie?” Vivi asks with a smile.

“No, someone far more dangerous.” Sanji laughs as he leans over the side. “Dracule Mihawk. He found me stealing food from his ship and then took us in. He trained me in my observation haki. He told us he loved us not even four months after he took us to Kuraigana, he has a massive vineyard and learned Northern because I often gave up on Common towards the end of the day.” He smiles at her.

“You're both very lovable, your father was an idiot for not seeing it.” Vivi agrees evenly. “Thank you for trusting me Sanji, it means a lot. For all that it's worth I am glad you're alive.” She leans against him and Sanji leans his head on hers.

“I'm glad you're alive too, Princess.” He says.

Nami gets sick so they stop at Drum Island. Luffy carries Nami up the mountain and Sanji protects them. Sanji throws them up as he lets himself get washed away in the avalanche. He will sacrifice himself for his crew, to repay the kindness they have shown him. Even Zoro. Maybe to prove his worth to the asshole or prove that he belongs to the crew. To Luffy.

He feels a sharp pain in his back that steals the breath from him. His legs fill with pins and needles as the snow swallows him while he can't get out. He can't escape. He lets the black swallow him whole.

“Huh, I haven't seen something like this in ages.” An old witch looking woman says as he awakes. “Ah, you're waking up. Want to tell me why a Vinsmoke made his way into my care?”

“I'm not.” Sanji answers. “I'm the failure so I'm not a Vinsmoke.” The witch looks at him and nods.

“Fair enough. Whatever. Don't move too much. We had to do surgery on your back, you should only have a small scar though.” Witch lady says.

“My crewmates?” Sanji asks.

“Alive.” She answers. “Get some more sleep.” Sanji nods and closes his eyes and sleeps. He awakes to Luffy asking for food so he gets up.

“That was dumb.” Luffy scolds him. “You don't need to sacrifice yourself for people, least of all me!”

“But if I hadn't done that we all would have been swallowed by the avalanche, Luffy.” Sanji replies as he gets dressed. “Besides, thanks to you we all made it up here! So let's find the kitchen, okay?” He smiles at his captain and they leave once he's dressed. They chase a deer and find Nami, who is luckily. He makes sure he's okay and apologises to the deer, Chopper, and is led to the kitchen to cook.

Chopper sits and watches him. Sanji hums as he cooks, the same melodies of a dead god and the lullaby of the moon he grew up with. He cooks for them and plates it up. Luffy finds his way and he takes plates to Kureha and Nami. They fight Wapol who demands to take down the Jolly Roger at the top of the castle and somehow Luffy has worn down Chopper enough to become a member of the crew, their doctor.

The pink snow, the cherry blossom mirage as they escape. It's sweet as Chopper cries about his dead father. Vivi comforts him as they sail off. Sanji does what he does best and makes sweets for the deer, the kid really. Alabasta in their sights as Luffy's brother shows up.

Sanji knows he likes men, he told his parents he liked both genders and Mihawk sat him down for a talk about Shanks specifically. About disappointing partners and ambition. Ace doesn't seem that way though and he's surprised he doesn't have a nosebleed when Ace lights his cigarette for him from where he's perched on the railing and Vivi gives him a knowing look as he flusters his way to the galley.

Ace offers his help with dishes, with packing, he keeps lighting his cigarettes and he calls Sanji cute. Zoro keeps glaring at them. Ace helps them a little and finds Luffy in the desert and returns him before he goes back on his hunt for Black Beard. All in all they only spend a day and a half together but Sanji kisses Ace goodbye in private and has a nosebleed they laugh at.

“I'll see you again soon, Blondie.” Ace promises him.

“I'm holding you to that, Commander.” Sanji grins at him. He flies to his ship and they wave him off. They make it through Alabasta and King Cobra is back on the throne where he should be. Ms. All Sunday, Nico Robin joins their crew and the festivities. King Cobra knows who Sanji is but doesn't say anything about it. Vivi must have filled him in, Sanji thinks.

They set off and when everyone but him is on deck Nico Robin comes into the galley and sits at the table, eyeing him. Scrutinising him.

“Can I do something for you, Robin-chan?” He asks lightly as he pulls his haki in closer to himself.

“Your haki.” She says. He can't tell if it's a demand or a statement of fact.

“What about it?” He asks hesitantly and she narrows her eyes at him.

“Hawkeye trained you.” She states.

“I'd prefer it if you didn't say that so loud. Whoever he knew died when I left Baratie.” Sanji says while fixing her a look. “Safer that way.”

Robin nods as he sets a cup of coffee near her. They don't talk about it further. They can't really. There's no privacy, really. She eyes him though, always watching like Zoro does. Like he's a liability and he hates it.

“What's that song about?” Luffy asks after dinner as it's his turn to help with dishes. Robin is still sitting at the table and reading a book she found. Sanji looks at his captain and smiles softly.

“It's a lullaby about a man and the moon.” Sanji answers.

“Oh. Cool.” Luffy says. “Can you sing it?” He looks at Sanji with a goofy smile and Sanji obliges. He can feel the barest hint of a smile from Robin at the table.

~*~

BLACKLEG SANJI

77,000,000 BERI

DEAD OR ALIVE

What an awful portrait. Sora is laughing at it like she lost her damn mind. Mihawk keeps looking at it in confusion because Sanji does not look like that. Sora is crying and cannot right herself.

“P-put it away!” She chokes out through the laughter.

“I would if I knew where.” Mihawk argues but Sora is turning blue from laughing and Mihawk worried that she would faint. Sure she was stronger now but some days were harder than others.

“Dracule!” She laughed as he showed it to her again.

“I think we ought to display it, it is his first bounty after all.” Mihawk smirked at the woman. She squeals again and tries to cover her face and shield herself from it. “Sora, he'd be upset if we didn't.” He chuckles and Sora runs away from him but Mihawk chases her.

“Don't you dare!” She yells.

“We could display it next to the family photos!” He yells back with a grin. They make a sharp turn around a corner and through a door to make it outside near the vegetable garden. Mihawk manages to catch her and swing her around in a spin, arms tight around her waist.

“We cannot put that up, he'll kill you.” Sora laughs, shoving the poster away while trying to catch her breath.

“Mm, he'll certainly try his best.” Mihawk laughs. “Maybe that green haired imbecile will do it. He wants to be the greatest swordsman next.”

“I wish you wouldn't have to die to pass that title on. It's a stupid tradition and what if Sanji brings us grandkids? Grandkids! You could have a real swordsman to train then.” Sora huffs at him. It's a conversation they've had several times and Mihawk has been wavering on the ‘to the death’ portion of the duel rules that usually come with the passing of the title.

“We'll see, now won't we?” He asked as he heaved her over his shoulder. “For now we need to hang this up.” He starts heading back to the castle as Sora hits his back more as an act of annoyance than anger. The poster is nearly hung next to Mihawk's latest underneath the family photos. Sora giggles helplessly at it every time she passes it in the hallway.

[phoenix-downer]

Olympus Ascent

Sora was on top of the world.

No, literally. He suspected that the well-worn, often-used suitcase was doing more than just carrying clothes and toiletries; its steady weight was helping him stay grounded on this tall, windy mountain. That and his traveling companion, her red hair whipping back and forth, the skirt of her blue dress flapping loudly, her cheeks flushed with a combo of the climb, the climate, and excitement.

“Let's sit here and rest a while,” she said, one hand grasped firmly in Sora’s, the other clutching her wide-brimmed straw hat decorated with blue roses. The breeze up here was strong, ready to lift unsuspecting hats off of pretty redheads as it had once already, so she was right to be careful.

Here was a comfortable-enough looking spot of gray rock and green grass on the ascent to Mount Olympus, and Sora gratefully set the suitcase down and took a seat. Kairi soon joined him, finding his hand again and resting her other hand on the suitcase. Her breathing was hard at first, but gradually, it slowed down, as did his.

“Wow, the view from up here is incredible.” Her violet eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the rolling green hills, sapphire blue lakes, winding rivers fed by clear streams, multicolored autumn leaves swaying on trees, and vineyards full of ripe grapes. Human settlements dotted the landscape, and in the far, far distance below near Thebes, the sea sparkled.

The weather here was perfect, one of those sunny fall days that cools down enough at night to make cuddling by campfires pleasant but is warm enough during the day for short sleeves and summer dresses. The puffy, fluffy clouds provided just the right shade coverage, too.

Sora smiled softly, content to watch Kairi take it all in. As far as he was concerned, she was the best part of the view. Journeying with her was something he'd always dreamed of, seeing the worlds side-by-side, hand in hand. He kept having to pinch himself to make sure this was real. But one glance at Kairi's smiling, delighted face reminded him it was.

“To think, we made it up all that way on foot!” she said presently. “I can see why people think ascending a mountain is like ascending to the gods.”

“On this world, that actually is true.” Sora wondered if all the stories of gods living in high up places were various worlds’ ancestral memories of Mount Olympus, dating from when all the worlds were one World. Or maybe some of the other worlds had gods who lived on mountains, too. He hadn't really run into any, unless you counted Mushu (though he was more like a guardian spirit), but there were still so many worlds out there to see.

Kairi looked at him. “Oh, right, the gods of this world live on top of Olympus. I guess we'll be seeing them soon.” She thought about this for a moment, fiddling with her enchanted necklace as was her habit.

He nodded. “Herc will be sure to introduce us properly.”

She giggled into her hand, that delightful Kairi giggle he loved so much.

He tilted his head. “What?”

“It's just so funny to me, how casually you talk about such amazing things. I guess you're used to it, huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, right. I guess I don't really think about how weird or cool or awesome this stuff must seem to normal people.”

“So I'm just a normal person, hmmmm?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips twitching.

Darn, he’d walked right into that trap.

“No, anything but!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him. ”I mean you're not weird, you’re just…Different. I mean, special.” She was growing increasingly amused by his inability to get his foot out of his mouth. He groaned and rested his head in his hands. “You’re…Kairi,” he settled on at last.

“Uh-huh,” she said cheerfully as she stood, then clasped her hands behind her back. “So, Sora, what happens after we meet these gods?”

“I'll give you a tour of Olympus!” he said, springing to his feet. “There's the Courtyard when you first get there, and it's massive. Then there are the Corridors which take you to different areas, like the Secluded Forge, where you can make some really good weapons and armor. Oh, and there's the Cloud Ridge too, which is exactly what it sounds like. And all the way up at the top is the Apex! The gods have all their thrones there and stuff, and this big golden gate guards it.”

She tilted her head. “That's allowed? Us mere mortals have permission to explore the abode of the gods?”

He put his hands behind his head and nodded, grinning. “Comes with helping save their realm and all.”

“I thought so,” she said, smiling shyly. “To the people and gods here, you must be something special. A real hero.”

Heat crept up his cheeks, and then he pouted because he'd remembered something. “I wish, but Phil insists I'm only a junior hero.”

“Not to me you aren't. After what you did for me, I'd say you're the truest hero I've ever met. If giving your life for me doesn't make you a hero, I don't know what would.”

He was about to say something in response when she bounced up on her tiptoes and pecked his cheek.

It was just as well. He probably would've said something stupid again that would've ruined the moment, so his flustered silence and her knowing giggles spared him from that.

She picked up their suitcase with ease and handed it to him. He mutely took it, his face still bright red and his thoughts still scrambled.

“C’mon, my hero, we've got a mountain to finish climbing.”

With that she flounced off, turning back to grin and wink.

He grinned, too. “Yes, princess of my heart!”

It was a silly, sappy nickname that every single one of his friends would've teased him over, but going by Kairi's giggle, it made her very, very happy.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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A/N: This story is dedicated to @apticho for doing the promo artwork for SoKai Week this year ❤️ thank you so much for doing it 🥺 It's such a wonderful, heartfelt piece, and I really appreciate it 🥹❤️

I really enjoyed writing this story because Olympus has such good thematic potential as a setting and I loved it in KH3 (all that ominous talk about Sora’s fate and then the field music on Mount Olympus as you ascended was perfection), flirty banter between Sora and Kairi is always fun to write, and it's such a blast to imagine them traveling the worlds together.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[seafoamreadings]

signs as imagery

just my opinions. for funsies. partly to help me hone visualization skills, but also maybe you will find something you like here.

aries: a geyser or even a volcano ready to blow. not like old faithful, it's too impulsive to be that faithful. and not a dormant volcano or a timid leak of lava - it's big and it's excited.

taurus: a well-loved garden. not too manicured, carefully curated. many fragrant flowers, very lush grasses, good shade trees. comfortable for a nap or picnic.

gemini: butterflies, in the breeze, and you can hear leaves on trees rustling in the breeze and also the birds singing each other their news.

cancer: soft blankets, warm food. piled up very cozy outside under a full moon with a clear sky full of stars. a hug.

leo: the sun's beautiful golden rays breaking through clouds over a warm sandy beach. shining on people having fun, most of them obviously with great hair.

virgo: a vineyard. a very successful one and the grapes are all different colors and all perfect, and all thriving.

libra: an aurora borealis but without the air being too cold, and you can smell a pleasant floral fragrance at the same time.

scorpio: seafloor vents. underworldly and strange but so intimate. the life here is often scary but lives so authentically and with such depth.

sagittarius: a wildfire. can't be contained, magestic. perhaps that's all, or perhaps out of control and dangerous.

capricorn: the snow-capped tops of mountains. the thinner atmosphere up there - how the sky is more pinkish and less blue.

aquarius: a lightning storm, without very much rain. but lots of ozone. when you go outside your hairs stand up a little bit.

pisces: some glittering other dimension. an alien world or maybe atlantis, surrounded by a star-forming nebula.

[stellarred]

A raging blizzard outside. Lots and lots of snow. You look out the window only to find swirling white and blue.

Nobody is going anywhere.

There's a large cabin on the side of a mountain. Very fancy with gorgeous stone work and wooden beams. A fur rug on the floor.

There's a large kitchen with the best and newest amenities, and it's refrigerator and cupboards are well-stocked.

Let it snow. Who cares?

There's a popping and crackling, orange fire lit in a large fireplace. A clock ticks on the mantle. 4:50pm it reads.

The house is dark, except for the cozy fire and a few twinkling candles.

There's a large, wooden bed in the master suite with luxurious, deep, thick blankets and pillows.

And yes, Q and Jean-Luc are in it, naked and tightly clutching each other. Making love again and again.

Let the blizzard howl and blow all it wants. It doesn't matter.

Q has Jean-Luc all to himself. No Starfleet matters to attend to. No vineyards to care for. No drama. Nothing to fear, even from the storm raging outside.

Nothing but them, all alone in this house in the middle of a storm in the middle of who knows where.

Perfectly safe, and Oh so warm, feeling, feeling one another.

THIS is what I call an instant mood lifter.

[rabbitcruiser]

Clouds (No. 1248)

Napa, CA

[mywinepal]

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[gokitetour]

8 Stunning Islands in New Zealand You Must Visit

New Zealand is well-known for its spectacular scenery and natural treasures, but it also has numerous lovely islands that await exploration. These islands provide a wide range of experiences, from pristine beaches to rough wilderness, making them must-see locations for those seeking adventure and quiet. Nestled in the great expanse of the Pacific Ocean, these islands have distinct ecosystems, a rich cultural legacy, and unrivaled beauty. From the beautiful coasts of Waiheke Island to the Rocky Mountains of Stewart Island, each island in New Zealand has its own unique appeal and fascination. Whether you want to hike through natural woods, dive in crystal-clear lakes, or learn about Maori culture, there is something for everyone to enjoy. As you travel to these breathtaking islands, you will be intrigued by the rich diversity of wildlife, which ranges from playful dolphins to towering seabirds. You'll also get the opportunity to learn about the indigenous Maori people's rich history and customs, who have a strong connection to their land. Whether you want to relax on isolated beaches or have adrenaline-pumping experiences in the great outdoors, the gorgeous islands of New Zealand guarantee an amazing experience that will leave you in awe of nature. So pack your bags and prepare to start on a voyage of exploration to these magnificent islands in the heart of the South Pacific.

Here are some stunning islands in New Zealand you must visit.

1. Stewart Island: Rakiura Island is another name for Stewart Island. It is New Zealand's third-largest island. You have to visit this lovely island if you want to walk and hike amid amazing animals and breathtaking scenery. Thirty kilometres separate the island from the South Island. The island has only one settlement, Oban. Oban is located on the island's eastern side, opposite Halfmoon Bay.

2. Waiheke Island: One of New Zealand's most stunning and sizable islands is Waiheke Island. This is the island for you if you've always wanted to have a destination wedding or spend your honeymoon on an island. The island has unique beaches and gorgeous vineyards. The island has a large population. Accessing Waiheke Island is a breeze. In approximately forty minutes, you may get to the island from Auckland by ferryboat. The island is ideal for a day vacation because it is so conveniently accessible.

3. New Caledonia: One of the most breathtaking tropical islands close to New Zealand is called New Caledonia. The surroundings and experiences of New Caledonia are completely different from those found on the New Zealand mainland. It just takes two and a half hours to fly from Auckland to this tropical island. There is a white beach and crystal-blue water on this lovely island. Delicious meals and a European culture (French in particular) characterize New Caledonia.

4. Little Barrier Island: Established in 1896, the first nature reserve in New Zealand is located on Little Barrier Island. The preservation of the indigenous flora and wildlife depends critically on this island. Access to this stunning and significant island is very restricted. A unique certification issued by the Department of Conservation is required in order to visit Little Barrier Island. Following that, you will be able to board a car that is authorized to transport you to the island. The island known as "Little Barrier" lies 80 kilometres north of Auckland. It's the ideal location for bird viewing, diving, and snorkeling.

5. D’Urville Island: This island has the name of Jules Dumont d'Urville, a French explorer. Situated in the Marlborough Sounds, this breathtaking island. The eighth-largest island in New Zealand is D'Urville Island. This gorgeous island is the best option if you're searching for adventure activities in New Zealand. Activities on this island include diving, snorkeling, strolling, observing marine life, and cycling. The primary draw of the island is its unspoiled natural isolation.

6. Fiji Island: The most stunning island in the Pacific, close to New Zealand, is Fiji Island. One of the greatest tourist infrastructures is found in the Fiji Islands. This breathtaking island is the ideal destination for romantic getaways with your significant other. Indulge in some adventure sports, unwind with a stunning view of the ocean, or go diving into the water to witness amazing marine life on the remote islands of Fiji. From New Zealand, a 3-hour flight gets you to Fiji.

7. Rangitoto Island: Rangitoto Island in New Zealand is a great place to visit if you want to see an island that was formed just a few centuries ago by nature. One of Auckland's most distinctive natural features is the young volcano that sits atop Rangitoto Island. Six centuries ago, the water gave life to this island. Another reason Rangitoto is well-known is for its adventurous activities. Activities that you may partake in include bird viewing, sea kayaking, and hiking to Rangitoto Island's top.

8. Poor Knights Islands: Don't let its name fool you. The island has an abundance of rich flora and animals; thus, it is by no means impoverished. The unfortunate Knight Islands are the remnants of a few ancient volcanoes that have sculpted themselves into an amazing system of underwater caverns, tunnels, arches, and cliffs. Situated on the Tutukaka coast of the North Island are these breathtakingly gorgeous and magnificent islands. Diving and snorkeling are popular activities on these islands. There is a marine reserve on these islands. Thus, make sure to take advantage of the incredible aquatic life this island has to offer while you're here.

 Conclusion

The breathtaking islands of New Zealand provide a plethora of wonderful experiences for visitors from all over the world. From the vineyard-lined beaches of Waiheke Island to the rough wildness of Stewart Island, each site has its own distinct charm and fascination. There is something for everyone to enjoy, whether you want to relax on pristine beaches, go on an adventure in the great outdoors, or learn about Maori culture. Exploring these islands allows you to appreciate New Zealand's natural beauty while also connecting with its rich history and tradition. From learning about the indigenous Maori people to witnessing various species in their native settings, every time spent on these islands allows you to gain a better knowledge of this fascinating nation. For Delhi tourists who want to engage in this experience, acquiring a New Zealand visa is the key to discovering the beauty of these islands. With careful planning and the required papers, you can soon find yourself experiencing the magnificent landscapes and rich cultures that await in New Zealand. So, whether you're planning a solo journey of self-discovery or a great family holiday, don't pass up the opportunity to explore these breathtaking islands. Pack your luggage, apply for your New Zealand visa from Delhi, and prepare for an incredible trip in one of the most beautiful places on the planet.

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[otterintheflightdeck]

Gerveth snippet

A snippet from The Plague of The Elves 2: Electric Boogaloo (working title).

I don’t have any real intention of writing this anytime soon (still in Geralt/Morvran hell and work is way too stressful), but! I like this bit from one of the first scenes.

***

"Come lie with me," Iorveth said, stepping back.

Geralt's hands fell from his sides, but he hesitated, shifting his weight. "Brought food." He gestured behind himself, indicating some spot beyond the edge of the camp where he'd likely left his horse. Iorveth nodded and waved him off.

He was expecting a handful of potatoes, or a loaf of Marlene's bread, perhaps, but Geralt came back with what had to be a small deer's worth of meat wrapped in wax paper, gathered into a precarious pile in his arm, and a large burlap sack dangling from his other hand. He put it all down by the fire, next to Eluned and Nia, with a polite "may our meeting bring prosperity to both our houses" -- a greeting so antiquated it might as well have come out of an elven book of fairy tales. Iorveth smiled at the rare misstep, warmth filling his chest even as both women snickered at him. "He means he's glad to meet you."

"Uh. Yeah."

"Likewise, Gwynbleidd," Eluned replied before turning to him, mirth dancing in her eyes alongside the flickering flames. "Take the tent."

Iorveth shook his head at the offer -- there was too little time, had he even had the energy to do anything other than sleep -- and went to his bedroll, a short distance away from the fire. Geralt followed.

"Thank you for the food," Nia called out. Then she added, nearly choking on repressed laughter, "May Dana Méadbh return these offerings to you tenfold."

Geralt frowned, apparently realizing he was being teased, but did not bother to reply. Iorveth toed off his worn boots and crawled his way under his wool blanket and the gambeson he'd spread over it for additional warmth, settling on his side at one edge of the thin bedding. Geralt understood his silent request and soon he was at his back, one arm around him. He'd taken off his jerkin, and if Iorveth was very still, he thought he could feel his heartbeat through the few layers of cloth that remained between them, strong and steady, slower than a normal man's. He sighed into the wolf pelt he'd rolled into a makeshift pillow and let his eye slip closed.

Geralt nuzzled his way to the back of his neck, the hard ridge of his nose nudging at his headscarf. Finally he reached up and eased it off his head, and Iorveth let him. From any other lover, it would've felt like an empty gesture, a forced show of insouciance toward his scars, but Geralt was simply after the simple, animalistic pleasure of smelling him; he rubbed his face against the back of Iorveth's head, sighing, then curled even closer, wedging his nose behind Iorveth's ear.

"Dog," Iorveth said, fond.

"Mm. Missed you."

Geralt's warmth was leeching into him, easing the soreness that lingered in his limbs from too many days in the saddle, and Geralt's chest and thighs felt pleasantly solid against him -- a reminder that he could allow himself to let his guard down. There were few threats here that a witcher wouldn't be able to neutralize without even his archers' help, and so for the first time in months, Iorveth let himself think of the future rather than his and his group's immediate survival.

He'd stayed at Corvo Bianco but for a short time, yet the brilliant blue of Toussaint's sky, the sweet smell of vines heavy with plump grapes, and the stark, broken silhouettes of the ruins that dotted the landscape had sunk under his skin like so many tattoos, and the trek down the mountains and into Sansretour Valley, this time, had felt much like a homecoming. He wondered what the vineyard would look like when he finally reached it again, how beautiful the olive trees would be in full bloom, and whether Yennefer had been able to talk Geralt into renovating the house after all. He thought of the rich taste of Marlene's stews and of what she would be adding to them at this time of the year -- spring leeks, perhaps, or asparagus.

Geralt gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers, and slid his hand under it. The slow strokes of calloused fingertips over his ribs drew Iorveth from his thoughts, and soon he realized what Geralt was looking for. "There's no scar. Surely you weren't doubting Yennefer's abilities."

He felt the curl of Geralt's smile against his skin, his stubble tickling his ear. "'Course not." His hand stilled, splayed comfortably on Iorveth's stomach, and Iorveth covered it with one of his own.

"How is she?"

"Good. Bored, though. Back to reading romance novels. She'll be happy to see you. Marlene, too." He spoke on in a murmured monotone, about Marlene and Barnabas-Basil and something about wine, and sleep pulled at the edges of Iorveth's consciousness, blurring the words into a comforting, meaningless buzz. Geralt must have felt it, or smelled it, or heard his breathing change; he caught Iorveth's fingers between his and squeezed them lightly. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up at midnight."

[simplegenius042]

FC5 Silva Omar Aesthetics

Bold - YES

Italics - Somewhat

HOLLAND VALLEY.

red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books// the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER.

cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing

JOSEPH’S COMPOUND.

babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // bradford pear petals floating on the breeze

DUTCH’S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs// the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement

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Places to Go for Vacation

Introduction

Planning a vacation is an exciting endeavor, and the world is brimming with remarkable destinations to explore. Whether you're seeking natural beauty, cultural richness, adventure, or relaxation, there's a perfect vacation spot for everyone. In this article, we'll take a tour of some of the top places to go for vacation, each offering a unique and unforgettable experience.

1. Bali, Indonesia

Known as the "Island of the Gods," Bali is a tropical paradise with stunning beaches, lush rainforests, and vibrant culture. Visitors can explore ancient temples, enjoy water sports, and savor Balinese cuisine. Don't miss the tranquil rice terraces and the energetic nightlife in Seminyak.

2. Santorini, Greece

Santorini, an enchanting island in the Aegean Sea, is famous for its iconic white-washed buildings, crystal-clear waters, and dramatic sunsets. It's a romantic destination with breathtaking views, ancient ruins, and delicious Mediterranean cuisine.

3. Kyoto, Japan

For a taste of Japanese culture and history, Kyoto is a must-visit. This city is renowned for its traditional tea houses, stunning cherry blossoms in spring, and beautiful temples. Stroll through bamboo forests, participate in tea ceremonies, and admire the art of the geisha.

4. Bora Bora, French Polynesia

Bora Bora is synonymous with paradise. Its turquoise lagoons, overwater bungalows, and coral reefs make it a dream destination for honeymooners and water enthusiasts. Snorkeling, scuba diving, and relaxation are the order of the day.

5. Tuscany, Italy

Tuscany's rolling hills, historic cities, and delectable cuisine make it a favorite European destination. Explore the charming streets of Florence, sample world-class wines in Chianti, and savor the simple pleasures of life in the Tuscan countryside.

6. Maldives

The Maldives, a collection of over a thousand coral islands, is a tropical haven with luxury resorts and stunning marine life. It's an ideal spot for beach lovers, honeymooners, and those seeking seclusion in paradise.

7. Machu Picchu, Peru

Machu Picchu, the ancient Inca citadel nestled in the Andes Mountains, is a UNESCO World Heritage site and one of the world's most iconic travel destinations. Hike the Inca Trail or take the train to witness this archaeological wonder.

8. New York City, USA

For the bustling urban experience, New York City is a top choice. Explore iconic landmarks like Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty. The city offers a vibrant arts scene, diverse cuisine, and endless entertainment.

9. Cape Town, South Africa

Cape Town is a city of breathtaking beauty, nestled between Table Mountain and the Atlantic Ocean. Explore vibrant neighborhoods, visit the Cape of Good Hope, and savor South African wines in the surrounding vineyards.

10. Patagonia, Argentina and Chile

Patagonia offers awe-inspiring natural beauty with its glaciers, mountains, and remote wilderness. It's a dream destination for hikers, nature lovers, and wildlife enthusiasts.

11. Iceland

Iceland's dramatic landscapes include geysers, waterfalls, volcanoes, and geothermal springs. The Blue Lagoon, the Golden Circle, and the Northern Lights are just a few of the attractions that make Iceland a unique vacation destination.

12. Marrakech, Morocco

Marrakech is a bustling and exotic city in North Africa. Explore the bustling souks, visit the historic medina, and relax in stunning riads. Marrakech offers a blend of tradition and modernity.

13. Sydney, Australia

Sydney, with its iconic Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge, is a vibrant city with beautiful beaches, world-class dining, and a variety of cultural attractions. The city's coastal charm and natural beauty are hard to resist.

14. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Rio de Janeiro is known for its lively Carnival, stunning beaches, and iconic Christ the Redeemer statue. Enjoy samba music, relax on Copacabana Beach, and explore the lush Tijuca Forest.

15. Istanbul, Turkey

Istanbul straddles Europe and Asia, offering a rich blend of cultures, history, and architecture. Visit the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and the Grand Bazaar for an unforgettable experience.

Conclusion

The world is a treasure trove of vacation destinations, each offering a unique blend of natural beauty, culture, history, and adventure. Whether you're drawn to tropical paradises, ancient cities, or remote wilderness, there's a place for every traveler to discover and savor. When planning your next vacation, consider the experiences that ignite your wanderlust and create memories that will last a lifetime.