#El Dorado Springs

[autotrails]

American Auto Trail-Atlantic Pacific Highway (Roscoe to El Dorado Springs, MO)

American Auto Trail-Atlantic Pacific Highway (Roscoe to El Dorado Springs, MO) https://youtu.be/sSda9tkh2k4 This American auto trail explores the route of the 1919 Atlantic-Pacific Highway, from Roscoe to El Dorado Springs, Missouri.

[banshee-circus]

Another el dorado AU piece. took a long while to finish

[ambermaitrejean]

Eldorado Canyon State Park. Eldorado Springs, Colorado. Photo by Amber Maitrejean

[you1h]

April, 2024

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

That wonderful German railfan, Hagen von Ortloff, also showed up to California, he's the SWR Eisenbahn-Romantik guy:

Union Pacific Big Boy #4014 Highballs up Donner Pass!

Donner Pass Norden and Soda Springs -- feels sacrilegious that a UP monster is treading the ties the cab-forwards were built for, but I can forgive them since they're flying the California Republic flag and because 4014 was finally converted from coal to and oil burner, give it a few years and they'll 🏳️‍⚧️trainsition it into a cab forward too...

[sunlightmurdock]

Like This Forever | 0.1 | J. Seresin

masterlist | next chapter

You’re thinking of the past, right as the future is about to change forever.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, childhood friends to lovers, country singer!Jake, smut, pining, blissful ignorance, other warnings to follow. wc: 3k (18+ minors do not interact)

A U G U S T 1 9 7 4 / F E B R U A R Y 1 9 9 1

Driftwood — small town southwestern Texas, situated in Lockheart County. Springs, stony hills, and steep canyons. It’s good land, occupying a tiny patch of earth in the middle of the Edwards Plateu. That’s what they all say: good land, good soil. Large acreages of wheat for miles around, grown annually for harvest and winter through spring livestock grazing. The remaining two-thirds of the region is rangeland devoted to cattle ranching. Ranches in this region often seem older than the landscape itself. Lockheart County’s livestock industry is nationally appreciated, it was, even back then. Ranches here are huge, they’ve been there for generations. The town of Driftwood, itself, sits in a valley. It holds on to the people who settle there just like it holds onto the weight of that thick, summer heat all through the day. So hot that even the trees bend and furl like they’re seeking shade too.

Back then, Driftwood was even smaller than it is now. Post Office, Church, two schools, a fleet of locally owned stores on Main Street and a few other buildings for the fathers who weren’t ranchers or ranch hands to work.

On that day in early August, most of Driftwood’s thousand person population were nestled amongst the pews of St. Augustine’s Church, just outside of town. It’s a mile and a half from Main Street, and a mile and a half from the furthest fence on the Seresin Ranch. Their house is a sprawling thing that Bill’s grandfather had built — they haven’t got that kind of money now, and they didn’t on that morning in August. They’ve got three boys, who were squirming around the front pew, melting into the aged wood below them in their smart white button ups. They’ve got another boy too, standing behind Pastor James, holding a processional candle.

Jake’s their youngest. He was nine back then. Small for his age, especially when you stood him next to his brothers and their broad shoulders and long legs. His hair was beyond blond, lightened from the sun. His cheeks dusted with brown freckles and his eyes always narrowed into a type of John Wayne kind of squint. Jake loved John Wayne back then. He loved the cowboys on his bed sheets, and the fact he could see the cattle from his bedroom window. All he wanted back then was a pistol on his hip and a one-way ticket to El Dorado.

Mary-Lynn Seresin grew up in Driftwood, just like her husband had. She had known Bill since she was a little girl, and she had always known that she would marry him one day. Her nails were polished pink that day, sitting pretty atop the procession card as she fans herself with it. Two pews behind, you could still see a droplet of sweat bead from her neat blonde hairline and trail into the collar of her blue polka-dotted Sunday dress.

On that particular Sunday, the fans had packed up and stopped working. So, all six hundred of you who could make it out to St. Augustine’s we’re trapped in there — not just with Pastor James’ storytelling, but with the thick heat pressing down on the entire valley feeling like it had all been shut in this one room with the rest of you.

At the front, Jake Seresin’s cheeks were red, his hair was beading with sweat and his scarecrow, twig-like arms were trembling around the cross. He struggled with its weight and you had watched his green eyes flash out towards the crowd, briefly landing on his mother. Mary-Lynn gave him a proud nod. Bill was staring at the stagnant ceiling fans above their heads. You, were staring right at Jake.

Eight years old yourself, just eight weeks younger than Jake is, you have known that little grass-stain your entire life. In fact, Mary-Lynn and your mother found out that they were expecting just days apart. They had been in the same high school grade as girls, had married men who were good friends, and back then your mother had worked in the town’s hair salon five days a week. They grew very close through their pregnancies. Your mother was the first one to send flowers when Mary-Lynn went into labour a month and a half early.

Jake’s John-Wayne-Squint deepened through the heavy air, watching you like you were both about to draw pistols and settle this like men — right in the middle of Pastor James’ final verse. Your pigtails and your white Sunday dress weren’t fooling him. His robes and the heavy cross in his hand weren’t fooling you. Clearly following his brother’s gaze, Daniel Seresin turns and peers at you over his shoulder. He’s the closest in age to Jake, but he’s still five years older. Thirteen then and too grown up for childish squabbles like those, he just turned back to the front and shook his head.

The first three of the Seresin boys were all born within three consecutive years. Matthew, Noah and Daniel. They’re each tall like their mother, blonde like her too, and have inherited their father’s linebacker shoulders. Noah was fourteen and about to be a freshman in high school. After he fixed the chain on your bike at the beginning of summer, you were full-blown head-over-heels in love with him back then. You thought you were anyway.

Jake, however, had been in your class since Kindergarten and you had been forced to share your toys with him for even longer than that.

His arms trembled before you and your mouth had twitched. Neither one of you was listening to the service. It was almost over. Just a few more minutes until Pastor James wrapped up and the people of Driftwood and poured out of this sauna and out into the dry, morning sun.

Quickly, you shot a look at your mother sitting at your side. She was listening intently, staring right ahead with her neatly steamed clothes and her hair-sprayed hair. You’ll always remember the heavy smell of her rose-scented perfume. Every time you inhale it, you’re sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her fix her face in her vanity. Then, you looked to your father on the other side of you. Exactly the same. Pleased, you turn your attention back to the youngest Seresin boy.

Scrunching your nose, you had sat forwards just slightly and stuck your tongue out at him. Quite the diss back then. Jake’s green eyes had widened, sweat beading down his back under his white shirt and his service robes.

Driftwood is a safe place. It’s a fantastic town to raise children. The schools aren’t overcrowded and cars don’t speed through the centre of town. Country roads are a different story. But no one bats an eyelid, especially not back then, when their children are out of sight.

Mary-Lynn was busily detailing the events of her dinner party that coming Saturday to a group of women that are invited. She’s quite the hostess still. Your mother stood amongst them. Neither one of them were concerned about where their children were in the slightest. Until, that is, the sounds of muffled screaming filled their ears. The mothers of Driftwood rush to the commotion in their kitten heels and pretty dresses. Your mother was the first around the corner. She would recognise the sound of her baby’s screaming anywhere. But you weren’t the one in trouble. As usual, you had been causing it.

Your white dress grass-stained and muddy, dirt under your fingernails and covering your formerly white, frilled socks. You were kneeling. You haven’t yet noticed the crowd of women rushing in your direction. You’ve got Mary-Lynn Seresin’s youngest son pressed into the dirt, kneeling on his back and twisting his arm uncomfortably behind him.

“Say Uncle!” You demanded.

“You’re so dead! Get off!” Jake struggled under you, screaming with all the force that his growing lungs would allow. His voice must have been audible across the entire valley with how he was hollering. Freckled cheek pressed into the dirt, his white shirt was destroyed and he was in the middle of ruining his shoes with how he was scrambling for purchase in the dried dirt.

Quickly, your mother had grabbed you under your arms and hauled you off of the boy, spinning you to face her.

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?”

“He started it! — He said my dress was ugly!”

“It is ugly, you look like a girl!” Jake huffed from behind you as he had stumbled onto his feet and taken a look down at his church clothes. Slowly, he had lifted his gaze to look at his mother. Sullen and worried looking, he began to pout. It wasn’t working. Mary-Lynn had raised three boys by then, she knew when they were trying to play innocent.

The thing about growing up so close together, is that approaching double digits was a confusing time. It was around that age that your mother began to put her foot down when it came to all of those tom-boy activities. Girls might roughhouse and come home with holes in their jeans and mud on their faces, but young ladies didn’t. The dress was her idea.

Jake’s comment had been passing, just a whisper as his family had headed into church ahead of yours, but he was right — you did look like a girl. Back then, that wasn’t a compliment coming from him. So, you had cornered him outside and pummeled him into the dirt. Fair is fair.

“Mary-Lynn, I am so sorry about her — send me the dry-cleaning bill. I’m sorry, we should go.” Your mother had sighed in a hurry, frowning down at your ruined clothes, then looking towards Jake’s. You’ll always remember the smile on Mary-Lynn’s face after. Not pity, because she knew you were in a lot of trouble for this. Just fondness. She had gently patted your mother’s forearm and shaken her head.

“Let’s finish our chat. They’re already filthy. Let them play.”

Looking up at her, you hadn’t understood why she was siding with you back then. You had just almost broken her son’s arm for sport. As you grew, Mary-Lynn Seresin was always on your side. In her kitten heels and dresses, she remembered being a dirt-covered little girl once too. No one was telling her son that it was time yet, to be a man. There’s no harm in letting you be young a little longer.

Your mother had looked uncertain, but people in Driftwood always looked to Mary-Lynn for advice. She had somehow managed to keep four boys in line perfectly, her parenting expertise was studied by those around her. Finally, she had given you a brief nod.

You remember spinning on the delicate almost-heel of your church shoes, rounding on Jake, ready to brawl. You have no clue where the stick came from, but he was armed when you had turned around — but Jake always fought fair. He tossed you a stick of your own and took aim. Green eyes narrowed, he was trying to look down his freckled nose at you, but you were taller then.

“She’s gonna marry that boy someday.” Mary-Lynn Seresin had huffed with a wistful smile, watching the mud-caked children tear off through the field once again. This time, with sticks in hands and violent intent plastered across their dirty faces.

You’re not eight anymore. Jake’s not nine. This time of the year, you both happen to be twenty-six. You aren’t trying to kill him with a stick anymore either. You’re sitting at your favourite bar in Driftwood — there are four now — watching your best friend up on stage. He’s always confident. He has been since he hit that growth spurt when he was twelve. Since then, Jake has been unstoppable. But on stage is when he really shines.

The Dark Star feels like an old bar. It’s packed every Friday night. It smells like malt and smoke and Jake’s been playing here every Saturday since he was seventeen. This is the last time that it will ever be like this, and you don’t even know it yet. Jake’s in the middle of an original. People around here know him, they know his music. They might not get all the words right, but he always gets people singing.

Jake isn’t small for his age now. He grew into his nose, and he inherited those big shoulders, his skin’s tanned from his days out at the ranch. He’s strong and funny and kind. Sometimes it catches you off guard, when you turn your head and find a man in place of the little boy you once knew.

You’re in a booth, talking numbers. It turns out that you had inherited your mother’s knack for business strategy, and Jake’s way with words had rubbed off on you long ago.

You don’t look like the little girl Jake had once known either. If he was concerned about you looking like a girl before, then you can only imagine how dismayed he must be when he looks at you now. Breasts and everything.

“It’s more than potential, Stu — you saw how crazy people were for him when he was opening for The Ashford Band.” You tell him, fingers curled around a brown glass bottle. This is already settled, the deal is already done. You knew from the second that he walked in that you had Stu Adler suckered.

This is a deal that you’ve been mulling over for a couple of months now. Getting Jake on his first headline tour. His debut album came out last week and it’s doing well, but the record label is tiny and the publicity deal is even smaller. Jake’s making pennies compared to other people in his genre, but you’re about to change all of that.

“Six months is a long time on the road. It’s a different lifestyle,” Stu’s dishwater grey eyes flicker briefly up from the plunging neckline of your top to meet your gaze. He’s an older man, with a once successful career in Los Angeles. Now, he spends his time scrounging small towns for talent. He’s just a stepping stone in your plans for Jake. “You’re sure he can handle it?”

Stretching your legs out, you scoff incredulously at the accusation as Jake’s last song dwindles behind you. The beer bottle is cool against your lips. Stu swallows, watching your lips purse around the rim to drink. You know he’d die for the chance to get his wrinkly, old dick in your mouth — it’s why Jake’s about to get the best deal of his life.

“Jake? — Of course.”

“Can you?” Stu asks. The light on you for once makes you cringe. Even so, your poker face doesn’t falter. Calmly staring across the table at him, a small smile on your face. “Y’know, he’s going to need a manager that I can rely on. I.e. — one that he won’t dump, sweetheart.”

This only makes your smile grow. “Jake is like a brother to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

It’s that lie that secures the deal. Six months, a hundred and sixty dates across the US. Mostly small venues, but it’s his first headline tour — and it’s all because of you. Because of that one little white lie. Letting Stu think that he’s got a chance with you. Letting him think that you’ve never fucked Jake.

You have. Twice, already by this point. Once, after senior prom. Your date was an asshole and his was cruel. You’d parked his truck out in the west pasture of the Seresin ranch and got a little too drunk under the stars, and wound up with your legs hiked up over his shoulders. The second time was Thanksgiving two years ago. Your family joined his. All of his brothers have fiancés or wives now. Sharing Jake’s bed in his childhood home that night, neither one of you was drunk. You were just lonely, and maybe bored.

Tonight, there are a couple of different factors at play. Sure, by the time that you and Jake collapse down onto that red, velvet couch in the Dark Star’s ‘dressing room’, you’ve had plenty to drink. You’re not quite as lonely as you were that thanksgiving, though.

You turn your head and he’s grinning at the ceiling, chest heaving from the energetic final song. His arms stretch along the backs of the couch, his eyes closed for a moment. You watch him silently.

“You’re incredible.” Jake’s half-cut on an unhealthy mix of tequila and vodka, but smiling, eyes still shut, chin still pointed towards the sky. He gives his head a small shake. “A hundred and sixty dates.”

A smile plasters itself across your lips. As drunk as you are, it’s nice to be complimented for your hard work. “Yeah, we’ll see if you still think I’m so incredible when you’re living off of burgers and beer and still have eighty shows to go.”

The smell of cigarettes lives within the fibre of this room. Part of the furniture, nestled amongst the cracks in the red painted walls. There’s the couch that you’re sitting on, and an illuminated vanity against the far wall, and then a coat stand. It’s not much of a dressing room, but it’s fine.

You just wish it would stop spinning.

“I mean it.” His fingers rest atop your denim clad thigh, patting platonically. You hear him sigh from beside you. He squeezes at the supple skin under his hand. “Thank you.”

“Jake… since when do you have manners?” You ask him. Both of you are sitting with your eyes shut on this old, probably dirty, velvet couch. It’s five in the morning. The two of you might have gone a little overboard with celebrating. Wayne Mayhew, the owner of the Dark Star might have threatened to kick you both out of his bar if you didn’t finally get off of his damn stage ten minutes ago.

But there’s a high buzzing between the two of you that feels electric. Wordlessly, you know Jake feels it too. That this is the last night. Here, in this shitty hometown bar. Everything is about to change. After this tour, nothing will ever be the same again — for either of you.

Jake’s thumb trails back and forth in just one small pattern, reminding you that it’s there on your thigh.

It’s been on your mind all day, for no reason at all. That Sunday in August in 1974. Your ruined church dress and the fat bruise on Jake’s cheek the next day when you had seen him at the market. The start of it all.

Those late night drives and all the evenings you studied together. Jake’s football games and his band practices — back when he had thought he wanted to be in a band. Him drying your tears and making you laugh. Growing up together, talking for hours and hours about all of the possibilities. This was everything Jake had ever wanted, and he’s thanking you.

Your eyelids weigh double what they normally do — heavy as you blink open your eyes and turn your head. This time, he’s looking across at you. The tips of his fingers brush the inseam of your blue, low-rise jeans. His face is calm, he isn’t saying anything and he’s far from doing anything either.

Scrunching your nose, you poke your tongue out at him. Across the couch, Jake lifts his brows. The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s got stubble now. Stubble, and chest hair and an Adam’s apple. But that look, that glint in his eye that’s just daring you to try him has always been the same.

Jake’s fingers twitch, pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Dim lighting, fifteen year old red paint on each of the four walls, and that perpetual cigarette smell — it’s hardly a romantic fantasy. And this is far from a good idea.

But it’s Jake. Confident, loud Jake who gets shy when he’s around someone he really likes. Funny, smart-mouthed Jake who under it all is a great listener. Goofy, habitual Jake who has the nighttime routines of a fifty year old housewife.

Strong-willed, handsome, Jake, your best friend — who’s looking at you like you’re his next meal.

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[agoodflyting]

Pros and Cons of playing Road to El Dorado for my class every year the day before spring break:

Pros:

- introduce The Youths to classic DreamWorks animation

- the music is 🔥

- the movie actually does make some effort to show mesoamerican society and the colonial period in a way that's still grade-school appropriate, so I can bill it as educational (seriously do you know how hard it is to find any kid-appropriate movies for my content that feature cultures other than Europe?)

- it's legitimately funny, and none of the kids have seen it, so they actually watch it instead of trying to talk

- I get paid to watch Road to El Dorado six times in a row

Cons:

- I spend my entire spring break painfully reminded of how much I ship the hell out of Miguel and Tulio and how it is a travesty that there isn't more fanfic of them

[dorokora]

Transients I want to see in Housamo (very very long list)

Just a list of transients I think would be interesting to see in Tokyo;

Land of Wa:

Momotarō

Issun-bōshi

Nue

Baku (a creature who devours nightmares)

Satori (a monkey yokai who can read minds)

Olympus:

Ares

Athena

Aphrodite

Artemis

Medusa

Persephone

Echidna (Typhon’s wife)

Asclepius

Ganymede

Odysseus

Caeneus

Lycaon

Eris (goddess of discord known for instigating conflict and manipulation)

Kitzeth:

Zmey

Psoglav

Baba Yaga

Zoryas

Domovoy

Stribog

Wojtek

Takamagahara:

Sukunabikona (a dwarf who is the god of hot spring and is frequently paired with Okuninushi)

Yatagarasu

Takemikazuchi (the one who defeated Takeminakata and crushed his arms)

Oceanic Realm:

Pele (Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes and fire)

Kamapuaʻa (a pig-man who is the god of agriculture and is Pele’s husband)

Kāmohoaliʻi (a Hawaiian shark god)

Nanaue

Māui

Kapre

Muldjewangk

Tikbalang

Rūaumoko

Old Ones:

Mother Hydra (Dagon’s wife)

Shub-Niggurath

Gnoph-keh

Bokrug

Yig

Tir na nog:

Cernunnos

Medb

Scáthach

Cú Chulainn/Sétanta

Merlin

Ojáncanu

Epona (goddess of horses)

Eden:

Azrael (angel of death)

Metatron

Saint George

Samson

Gehenna:

Mammon (demon of greed)

Adrammelech/Andrealphus

Ares Goetia Demons:

Asmodeus

Gremory

Dantalion

Aamon

Stolas

Forneus

Andras

Camio

Furfur

Babilim:

Gilgamesh

Enkidu

Kingu (son of Tiamat who was killed by Marduk)

Inanna/Ishtar (also is Shamash’s twin sister)

Ereshkigal

Ninurta

Anzu

Deva Loka:

Vishnu

Lakshmi

Garuda (Vishnu’s mount)

Rama

Kumbhakarna

Vamana

Narasimha

Ganesha

Nandi (Shiva’s mount)

Agni

Karkadann (a mythical rhino)

El dorado:

Huītzilōpōchtli

Tlāloc (god of rain)

Coatlicue

Xochiquetzal

Camazotz (the bat who decapitated Ixbalanque’s brother)

Yggdrasil:

Nidhogg

Ratatoskr (squirrel messenger of the World Tree)

Baldur

Heimdall

Hel

Njord (god of the sea and is the father of Freyr)

Týr (had his right hand bitten off by Fenrir)

Great Spirit:

Urcaguary (god of treasures)

Nanook

Amaguq

Kamuy Kotan:

Rep-un-Kamuy (a sea god who is depicted as a Orca who is carefree and somewhat mischievous and armed with a harpoon)

Utopia:

Zakalwe (based of the character from the novel “Use of Weapons”)

Hourai:

Chang’e

Hou Yi (Divine archer and Chang’e husband)

Daoji/Ji Gong

Guan Yu

Red Hare (a famous horse owned by Lü Bu)

Xiezhi (a mythical creature that resembles a ox or goat with the ability to distinguish truth and lies and will stab liars with its horn)

Longmu (a goddess who raised five dragons)

Gonggong (had a fight with Zhurong and lost then broke one of the pillars that Nuwa had to fix)

Aaru:

Thoth

Ma’at

Hathor

Anubis

Bastet

Sekhmet

Sobek

Nephthys

Taweret

Hapi

Serket

Anhur

Rhodopis

Khonsu

Urban Legends:

Mothman

Ogua

Squonk

Burrunjor

Others:

Bishamonten (and the rest of the Seven Lucky God)

Genbu (The Japanese version of the Chinese Black Tortoise of the North)

Byakko (The Japanese version of the Chinese White Tiger of the West)

Lu Zhishen (from the Water Margin novel)

Dong Zhuo (Three Kingdom)

[maluuustrawberry]

Malu's masterlist :*¨༺

Requests are open!

I write about everything.

English is not my native language so sorry for any writing errors and please correct me.

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My biggest treasure

The road to El Dorado fanfiction

Tulio X Fem! Reader X Miguel

{Part 1} // {Part 2} // {Part 3} // {Part 4} // {Part 5} (There will be more soon...)

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Red like fire...

The Hunchback of Notre Dame fanfiction.

Claude Frollo X Edith X Phoebus.

{Part. 1} (There will be more soon...)

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DISNEY/PIXAR characters.

Claude Frollo X Female Reader

{Part 1} // (There will be more soon... 👀)

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DREAMWORKS characters.

Pitch Black X Female Reader

"My Dear Cupid"

Bunnymund X Female Reader

Headcanons you are the guardian of spring

Miguel X Female Reader (Smuts)

"Love?"

Pitch Black

NFSW Alphabet

I plan to make more fanfiction and post it here, Enjoy! ♡

[velteris]

Frieren timeline

The only timeline available on the wiki isn’t super fleshed out with exact dates and counting backwards etc. So I decided to make my own.

Notes:

1. Spoilers for up to manga ch119 (the most recent at this time)

2. Even if it’s likely just a rough measure (“three hundred years ago”), I’m gonna assume when doing my math that it was exactly 300 years, because otherwise I can’t do most of the math

3. I skip most events that don’t have an exact year, eg Fern and Stark respective being taken in by Heiter and Eisen. I do make some estimates (eg Sein’s birthday, we only know he’s in mid-30s so he can’t have been born any further back than year xx).

4. Standardised year 0 as the year the demon king was defeated

5. Realised about 2/3rds through that I could be writing down chapter citations but at that point it was too late lol sorry

behold!

-3,000: Earliest mentioned date, by Frieren re: dwarf beliefs; most people believed the dead turn to dust, so pre-Goddess. Unclear when Goddess actually starts appearing.

[Emperor Boshaft alive, so is Milliarde, Frieren in village]

-1,000: Frieren becomes Flamme’s apprentice

-950: Flamme passes away*

-510: the last time Frieren fought a demon (quite likely Macht, as in year 80 she says 600 years ago, which would be -520. What’s a decade here and there?)

-420: Frieren restores her golden arm

-422: Aura became one of the seven sages of destruction

-322: the last time Frieren saw another elf, Grandfather Voll starts to protect village

-222: the last time Kraft saw another elf

-120: Fass finds Emperor Boshaft’s alcohol, Gehn starts working on his village’s bridge

-26: Himmel is born

-11?: Hero of the South visits Frieren and dies a year later; tells her she’ll meet Himmel soon**

-10: Hero Party sets out from capital

[Hero Party kills Immortal Bose and pushes back Aura sometime during this period]

-3: Goddess arc (Himmel is 23), Hero Party seals Qual***

0: Demon King defeated, Era Meteors, Macht starts to serve^

2: Denken born

20: Macht is braceleted

28: Continental Magic Association started (at latest), Lernen was first first-class mage

29: Denken came to Auberst with his wife (who died when he was in his twenties); Denken’s wife presumably passed away very soon after

30: last sighting of a Darkness Dragon (per random apothecary); Weis turned to gold and sealed

39: Earliest possible Sein birthday (he would be 40); humanity learns to fly

45: Wirbel born

50: 2nd Era Meteors; Himmel passes away; Aura reappears, demon activity increases in north and baby Wirbel makes promise

61: Stark is born earlier in the year after winter; Fern is born some time after harvest festival but before the last three months of the year

68: Graf Granat’s son dies in war against Aura

69: Sein’s friend Gorilla left

70: Frieren and Fern meet

74: Heiter collapses

75: Stark runs away from Eisen

76: Heiter passes away; Frieren and Fern set out on their journey

76.5: half a year spent looking for blue moonweed

77: Fern turns 16 (after spring, latest autumn)

78: 3+ Months spent at seaside town cleaning beach

79: wintered with Kraft, Stark’s 18th bday (after spring), meet Sein around harvest festival (time is a bit funky since it gets cold and then warm after this?)^^

80: El Dorado arc

81: first chapter after El Dorado. As of ch119, we are here, 31 years after Hero Himmel’s death!

and in the future…

97: Tod’s “curse” will engulf the star?

100: Next meteor shower. Fern and Stark would be 39.

149: Frieren promised to be back at hero’s sword village by this time

1079: Frieren may return to the Continental Mage Association :)

*Assuming she died soon after Frieren’s last shown convo with her where she said “it’s only been 50 years”

**Unclear just when was the Frieren/Hero of the South meeting, so it could technically be anywhere before, but -11 is the most recent it could be

***Frieren says it’s been 80 years in year 77. If she’s being precise then this is the date—but I have doubts as Qual was sealed in the Central Lands, and Hero Party should be well into the Northern Plateau near the goddess monument by this point.

^Technically I think Macht starts to serve a leetle bit before the demon king is defeated, but no time frame given for how long it took Macht and Glück to have those convos

^^To be more precise: they start the year’s winter with Kraft. Then it gets warm, and Stark’s birthday happens. Harvest festivals are usually in autumn, which is when they meet Sein, and then it gets cold enough for the gang to wear their winter gear again, and they spend a winter (or a cold snap?) with Sein. When they get to Auberst they spend an additional two months training with Fern while waiting for the exam to start. But when they finally leave Auberst in ch61, and aren’t wearing their winter clothes anymore, it’s still listed as 29 years post-Himmel death??? There’s a mention of it being because they’re in the volcanic belt… But seriously, year 79 goes on and on. I honestly think the authors just forgot to find a good spot to switch that over lol

[fuctacles]

I'm CJ or mojito. Late 20s, bday on 29.01, a textbook Aquarius. Misanthrope, nihilist, proshipper. I run @stevieweek , @genderthings and @stmonstercalendar

Last update: 24.11 • Ao3 • ask • ko-fi

Schedule: NOV25: wereshifter au 13 NOV27: single dad Steve 3 NOV29: CC fest one-shot, crazy cat lady 10

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[vintagelasvegas]

Arrowhead Trail, 1931

Postcard promoting the first automobile highway in the west, from Oakes Vegas Studio, Las Vegas.

Routes through the southwest in the 19th and early 20th century were known as the Old Spanish Trail, the Mormon Trail, and the Old California Trail. These passed through Las Vegas, which offered water from its springs and green grass for animals.

In the 1910s, the Arrowhead Trail was created for automobiles, the first all-weather road in the west, connecting Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles. The name may have originated from the former San Pedro, Los Angeles, and Salt Lake RR, which had an arrowhead for a logo.

Las Vegas Blvd North mirrors the former the Arrowhead Hwy north of the city. South of Las Vegas the hwy traveled close to the future paths of Boulder Hwy and US 95. Arrowhead Trail’s State Historical Marker No. 197 is in Henderson at Mission Hills Park. 

Heading south along this trail toward Bishop Mountain, travelers turned through El Dorado pass, and continued to Nelson, Searchlight, Nipton, Wheaton Springs, and on to San Bernardino.

Arrowhead Trail, americanroads.us; The Arrowhead Trail Highway to Las Vegas, quehoposse.org; Arrowhead Trail - Henderson, shpo.nv.gov

[the-zoro-project]

Sky Island Saga Change Log

Before I show off all the additional changes, I just want to say that I used Enel as the main translation here! It's far more popular as a name, but if you are one of those die-hard Eneru fans, I have an option for you as well! You just need to do a couple extra steps that will only take a couple of minutes (read more on this post)

Along with fixing all Zolos, here are the other changes in the sky island saga

(See Master/Pinned post for this saga's download links)

Changed 'Real Poneglyph' to 'Rio Poneglyph'

Altered scenes to change 'El Dorado' to 'The City of Gold'

Changed Burgess and Teach's laughs

Changed 'Boing-Boing' to 'Spring-Spring'

Edited more instances of the whitebeard logo to match the current, as well as Marco's tattoo

Changed 'Teech' to 'Teach' and 'Ogre' to 'Augur'

Changed "Marijoa' to 'Mary Geoise' (Mariejois is used for the alternate version)

Changed 'Octopus Fritters' to "Takoyaki' (this mainly affects the hachi cover story)

Changed 'Ganfor' to 'Gan Fall'

Changed 'Kami' to 'God' and "Vassals" to 'Priests'

Changed 'Karasumaru' to 'Little Crow'

Changed 'Varse' to 'Vearth'

Fixed a scene where usopp and nami mistakenly say 70 million, after being told 7 million

Changed scenes where chopper is referred as a racoon/racoon dog to tanuki

Changed 'Holly' to 'Holy'

Changed Zoro's speech in this scene

Changed 'tower' to 'belfry' when in reference to the golden bell

altered robin's nicknames for the strawhats (adding miss or mr.)

Changed 'Bilka' to 'Birka'

[meatsound]

sorry i fell behind on public bathroom ratings in colorado. all i did was hike and get diabolically high so i kept forgetting. anyway red rock ampitheatere visitors center has a 10/10 bathroom. clean. the stall is a solid box like your own little closet. well designed. and the denver union station bathrooms are a -10/10 because they look cool but their stall doors are trapezoids. so like if you gotta shit in one of those stalls im pretty sure everyone can see your dick clear as day. awful. everywhere else fell inbetween those two. shoutout to el dorado springs for having toilets that idk they didnt need water and did their own thing. smelly but environment friendly

[inspiredwriter]

Leonardo :*camina por los pastelillos* Leidy, Yoshi en donde estan? 😟🤨(pensamientos💭) En dónde podrán estar en mis niños Tal vez están con su madre en la oficina 😕🤔👮‍♀️🚪*entra la oficina de Stefany* Cariño qué estás haciendo? 😃☺️💕💗❣️

Stefany : hola mi tortuguita solo estaba revisado las cámaras🥰🖥️💖❣️*mira las cámaras* es muy extraño algunas cámaras están destrozadas de cuatro de la despensa y de la salida y todo🤨👩‍💻🚪

Leonardo : Bueno sobre eso quería preguntarte si Leidy y Yoshi están contigo😟👧🧑

Stefany :*se para de su escritorio*No, no está conmigo Yo pensé que estaba contigo jugando con ellos😕🤔 yo estoy ocupada trabajando vigilando 🤨👮‍♀️👩‍💻

Leonardo : Pues sí estaba con ellos jugando Ellos están muy cansados así que fui a darles Pizza 😄😁🍕*suspira*cuando regrese no están estaba buscando por todas partes en la pizzería 😞😕🏪

Stefany : Oh Lee, Tú sabes que la pizzería es muy grande Se perdería tenemos que encontrar a nuestros bebés 🥺👧🧑💖💕*sale de la oficina*Espero que no vayan a entrar en la despensa que están Nightmare Leonardo se asustaran 😰😱💦

Leonardo :*abraza a Stefany*tranquila mi amor quiero que estés calma 😌🤗💗💞*besa a Stefany en la mejilla Muah~😚💖💕❣️Estoy seguro que están en otra habitación están con nosotros el metroicos 🙂🤔🤖

Stefany : está bien Tal vez tenga razón Mejor busquemos a nuestros bebés ☺️🥰👧🧑💓💗💞

Leonardo : (pensamientos💭) el almacén puse candado para que nadie entrara para que no sea asesinados por Nightmare Leonardo😠🚪🔐 Espero no volverlo a ver que intento lastima a mi gatita 😡😤💖💕

***

Leidy and Yoshi :*camina por la pizzería*

Yoshi :*abraza a Leidy del brazo*hermana no me gusta este lugar debimos quedarnos con papi😟😣👨‍👧‍👦

Leidy : Está bien Hermanito No te asustes 😃😊💞💗*acariciar la cabeza Yoshi*no te acuerdas que nuestros tíos dijeron que hay más animatrónicos que no vimos y queremos verlos 😁😉🤖✨

Yoshi :*mira una habitación* Leidy mira hay una habitación que está encendida podemos entrar 😃☺️👉🚪

Leidy :*entra al cuarto*está bien irnos a ver a los animatrónicos 🙂😄🤖* mira a Leobear y Splint Donnie*(pensamientos💭) no puede ser son animatrónicos pero son parecidos a mi papá y el tío Donnie 😲😕🐻🐰

Leobear :*mira a Leidy y Yoshi* hola niños veo que vinieron a ver nuestra función😀😊✨¿quieren pizza dulces o ver nuestro espectáculo? 😁😉🍕🍬🎈🎊🎤

Splint Donnie : Sí, pero también puede jugar de nuestros juegos o nosotros para darles mucha diversión y risas y ganar premios😄😏🎮🧸✨

Yoshi :*mira a Leobear* ¡¿papi eres tú?! 😕😲 ¿porque te cambiaste de color dorado en tu ropa? 🤨🤔👔👖

@inspiredwriter

Leobear: *Blushes* Oh, kids, you must have made a mistake, I’m unlikely your daddy😳😅

Spring Donnie: Are you talking about the regular Leonardo?🤔🤨 We are Leobear and Sprint Donnie, created to entertain children😄🎉🍕🎊

Leidy: *Hugs Yoshie's shoulders* Sorry us, my brother and I just wanted to explore the pizzeria a little because our parents brought us here, their names are Leonardo and Stefany😅😟🏪🍕

Leobear: Oh, I see...😲😳 But where did this couple get their children?🤨👧🧒

Yoshie: They took us from the orphanage...😔😟 *Sobs* I want to go to my mommy😢

Spring Donnie: Kids, you don't have to worry😬😅 If your parents are still in this building, they will find you on the CCTV cameras😗🎥

@swagtreecrown

[myrquez]

For the Get to Know Me- 🥀 & 🌦️

ANIMATED MOVIE i was waiting for it ty !! 💞

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

must be either Anastasia OR A road to El Dorado, still gotta rewatch both of them to this days every now and then bc they literally are my whole childhood 😭 (even if when i was a child i was OBSESSED with disney’s the great mouse detective too, that one was fire to little 8yo myr 😭)

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

must be either any spring or cold weather in general. i love a bit sunny but refreshing spring days, it’s so nice to walk outside, when its kinda warm but there’s this gentle and relaxing breeze, maybe on a boat OR just laying in a backyard and listening to some raven’s croak as i used to do during my time on the NYC coast. its just the best <3 but i also LOVE when it rains and a good storm in general. i love summer storms!! they relax me for some reasons. OR snowy lazy days (and it’s kinda funny bc im from a place that is generally very very sunny all year)