#Elsewhere University

[myreitha]

So my friend @charminglyantiquated shared a story-game with me that she's working on for @elsewhereuniversity and I became kiiinnnddadaa obsessed so for Christmas I had to make a little surprise for her about for the next letter I sent her.

Without giving spoilers, the narrative features an origami swan with writing on the back, and a special ring and I was like "I CAN DO SOMETHING WITH THAT".

So I did. Pls enjoy my beautiful origami that's hiding SECRETS.

[Image Description 1: A photo of an origami swan. The swan is made of fancy paper with gold detailing, but hiding in the underside of the wing can be seen some handwriting Image Description 2: On the backside of the unfolded swan is a number of quickly scratched notes in different handwritings and annotations in black ink as well as a drawing of a simple ring. There's also faded writing in blue ink that can't be read. One note points to the faded ink and reads "Looks like there might be something up here?" Pointing at the ring is a back and forth between different handwritings "Why a ring?", "Who's is it?", "no idea", "do we need to know?". The last writting at the bottom of the paper is in all caps and reads "These secrets are by season sealed, Only by winter's bite revealed." and had written comments point it it reading "riddle from Canyon, no idea where they got it" and "this is important??" End Description.]

Riddle solution and revealed text and under the cut

The blue writing was written with a temperature-sensitive ink, which was revealed by making it cold - in this case, she stuck it in the freezer, which is exactly what I did when I tested the ink on the paper. The poem is about the central problem of the narrative :)

[Image ID 3: Another look at the back of the paper, now with small, neat cursive writing revealed in blue ink. A poem has been revealed written above and around the ring, and mysterious symbols written on the inside of the ring. The poem reads: "In time of love and trust betrayed, The Queen in birch and sleep had laid. For ruling Knight had little known, that grudges left unchecked had grown. A worthy soul the crows had found, To bring Spring Queen back to her crown. Now revels sing of Queen’s old songs, the friend of crows you find is gone. Replaced by neighbor, form eschewed, Their fate, you find, is up to you. Choose well, dear friend, which path you take, Soon all will know the story you make." End Description.]

[mosthomoeroticenemies]

The submitter's argument:

[nutmegpoems]

Can you feel them

Can you feel them?

Can you feel them Itch upon your skin, and itch and itch to let them in. Can you hear them?

Can you hear them scream your name so sweet, with cracking bones and tearing meat. Can you taste them?

Can you taste them tart upon you lips, with silver tongues and iron grip. Can you see them?

Can you see them smile, as all the while they tear you swift from limb from limb. Can you smell them?

Can you smell the scent upon the air and know for sure you’ve reached Elsewhere. Do you know them?

Do you know the names? Do you smell them?

The scent of pain? Do you see them?

Do you play their games? Do you taste them?

Is it all the same? Do you hear them?

Do they sound insane? Do you feel them?

Do you feel their name? Can you feel them?

Can you feel them?

Do you feel them?

Do you feel them?

A poem for elsewhereuniversity

By NutMegPoems

Like my stuff? check out more in the links below:

Story Poems. Elsewhere Poems. Mental Poems. Other Writing.

-this has been reposted to my new poetry blog after tumblr nuked my old one

[school-of-all-time]

Round Three, Bracket 4

[runwildwithme]

So. It’s been an year and a half since I last posted something set in @elsewhereuniversity , but never say die!! We’ve seen how Feathers and the Crow Prince each came to elsewhere, and now whe have Not-Jenna’s story.

Summary -

Not-Jenna wasn’t always called Not-Jenna, or even Jenna. She wasn’t even always a changeling.

The fae who Feathers calls Not-Jenna used to be- well, what she used to be doesn’t matter anymore. This particular tale starts when she was small, and weak, and alone, because it was much, much better than the alternative.

And then she fell in love.

She fell in love, and made a deal. And despite what Jenna will tell you, it was not a particularly good deal.

[archivistsandlibrarians]

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 1, poll 6

Propaganda

The New Archives, Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron:

From the Wiki: "The New Archives can refer to both an organization of curators, collectors and academics (most of whom are orcs) operating in post-Erasure Hieron, as well as to the mountainous location which their main operation is based in. A vast and convoluted city carved directly into a mountain, the New Archives are located in the mountains of northern Hieron, east of Velas and the Mark of the Erasure and north of The Lost University."

Archivists can do pattern magic, where by aligning objects in specific ways they can change the fabric of reality. Therefore, archivists travel all over the continent collecting materials — especially items from before the apocalypse — by force if necessary.

Foxglove Tea, Elsewhere University by @elsewhereuniversity:

It's eldrich, it's endless, it's got a group of pages guarding it

Downing Hill Public Library, Hello from the Hallowoods by William A Wellman:

It’s the largest collection of secret and occult texts on the planet and also a school teaching those of covenant blood (aka their ancestors made a pact with Indescribable gods) to become witches. Their motivations are shady and unknown, but they seem to believe all forbidden books should be under their control and have no qualms about working with some very evil individuals to gain those books. You can check out a spell book of dark magic pretty easily but if you don’t bring it back in time, they will send a horrible raven-amalgamation called the Omen after you.

Ichneumon, Kamen Rider:

IT'S SUCH A COOL LIBRARY. it’s exclusively able to be accessed by philip, and provided you’ve got the right keywords, you can access pretty much any information in the world. considering Philip is able to pick up virtually any information super super fast too I’d assume being hooked up to it makes you able to do that. there’s a lot of stuff but im really brainfogged rn so 👍 go watch kamen rider w

The Black Library, Lockwood and Co. by Jonathan Stroud:

None

35 Portland Row library, Lockwood and Co. by Jonathan Stroud:

None

[starry-skies-tell-no-lies]

The First Spinner of Light

When the world was far younger, there lived a girl who had been taught to spin by her mother and found nothing more enjoyable than to spin all manner of roving into the finest yarns ever seen. She was only extraordinary in the ways that all young children are, full of joy and life and potential.

Her family celebrated her talent as they did all of her siblings talents. They wore and sold the thread that she spun, and used the money to support themselves and ensure that there would always be roving on Arachne's spindle and wheel.

Word of her talent spread, and she would often receive offers of commission to spin new found fibers into stunning threads. She happily took most commissions, turning away only those that she was too busy for, as she enjoyed the challenge of learning something new.

Until one day, a man from very far away, and great wealth, thought himself entitled to her work as he believed himself to be the most important man in the world. He demanded that she spin him enough thread to be woven into a hundred yards of the finest cloth yet seen on earth.

She of course was still working on her latest commission, and her own projects. To start such a thing would be insane, she told the man. He did not care, and threatened the spinner and her family if she did not comply.

Seeing no other option the girl agreed, and only then did the man reveal the last requirement of this cloth. It must be made of a material never before seen on this earth. No other fabric could already be made of this fiber.

The spinner wanted to cry and weep, for she had seen and spun fiber from every end of the earth, and she did not know of any fibers left untried. She did not let her despair hinder her though, for the lives of her family were at stake, and she must succeed. She consoled herself with the thought of returning to them, and never seeing this horrible man again.

She worked on her other projects as she pondered what she could spin that had never been spun before.

She asked of the birds as they sang out her window what she hadn't yet spun, but they simply kept singing ignoring her.

She asked _______(patron with a focus on creating things/crafting) for advice, but that was the Wednesday that _______(pc) was busy making ________(ceramics) so they did not hear her pleas.

She continued to spin through the entire day and well through the night, pleading and asking anyone who would listen to tell her of some new thing to spin for her freedom and her family's.

In her distraction, she had not noticed night give way to dawn. Arachne, had not noticed The Lady of the Dark hearing her in the night. The Lady of the Dark's heart cried for this child who should not be in such a position, so she sought to remedy this for the child.

The Lady of the Dark knew of something that no one had ever spun, but she also knew that Arachne was one of the favored children of _______(pc) and would only need a little push to figure it out on her own.

Come dawn, a beam of light fell right where Arachne's roving ended, and as she continued to spin, some of the light was spun along with her roving. When she finished her latest appeal to ______(pc) she realized what she had done.

Crying in delight, she quickly set down her spindle, and sat down at the spinning wheel the arrogant man insisted she spin his thread on. It was enchanted so that none may steal the thread off of it, and if stolen the thread would return to him and him alone.

The girl sat there spinning for three days and three nights, until there was indeed enough thread to weave a hundred yards of fabric.

_______(pc) sustained her throughout the day, easing the soreness of her fingers, and ensuring the wheel spun true.

The Lady of Darkness took over in the night, singing to Arachne the first weaving songs to keep her in time. Kissing the spinner's brow, and holding her in comfort and strength.

When dawn ended the third night, and Arachne had finished, she knew not who had saved her, but gave her thanks all the same. (The Lady of Darkness did not blame this child for not knowing her, this was a child of daylight and warmth, a summer's child)

The man came to see Arachne's work, and praised her for her ingenuity. Never before had someone seen roving in light, and the thread she had spun was as radiant as the light she had twisted.

The man insisted that as she had so little trouble spinning sunlight, she might not be troubled to spin more thread for him. Enough thread for a hundred more yards of fabric each, in two new materials.

Arachne was angry, but once again found herself with little choice, and she thought, surely this must be the last thing he could ask of me. Just this one thing more and my family will be free from harm.

This time she knew what to spin. She spun moonlight, silvery soft, and cool as well as starlight, which glittered on the bobbin.

For three more days and three more nights, she spun without pause for food or sleep. She would have perished if not for _____(pc) and The Lady of Darkness sustaining her, but all of the thread was done come dawn at the end of the third night, and all of it made by her hand. Her family would be free.

Once again the man came to inspect the goods. He was privately astonished at how much this mere peasant child had made. He was more shocked that this family still chose to live in their countryside home without flaunting the wealth that this child surely brought.

He said he would give her a week's rest, but then the spinner would have a week to spin a new thread, of the same amount as the first three.

Arachne realized that this man would never stop. As long as he still lived and threatened her family he would be asking her to spin him all of the earth. She could not let this happen.

For the week she had to recover, she rested, and thanked ____(pc), and planned. She thought of all the things she could try to spin to end this man.

The only thing that would resoundly stop this man was a death, and she had none but her own to spin.

Now, it must be noted that in this time, the world was considered generally more flexible than most would think today. Arachne is the finest weaver of all time, and she possessed skill and talent beyond the wildest reckoning.

And so at the end of her week of rest, she reached and pulled and teased and tugged, and spent three days and three nights spinning her death. It was a soft and gentle death, slipping off in her sleep at an advanced age.

She spun her death and her dying moments, and out of a bit of spite, she was never proud of it, a bit of her anger slipped in as well. Itching the horrid man for all eternity.

Her death only took half of the time, but that was important as she spun the most indestructible thing she could imagine to ply next to her death. She spun her hope. her desire to be free, to keep her family safe. She spun and spun until she thought that surely all of her hope must be wrapped around the bobbin of the wheel.

She would come to realize with age that hope heals itself, and she would never run out, but that is a story for another day.

At last she had a thread made of death, and hope. Terrible and indestructible. When the man came, she begged him to allow her the honor of being the one to weave it into cloth.

He agreed, not caring exactly who made his fine fabrics, and gave her considerably more time to weave than he ever did to spin.

When the fabric was done, she again begged him the honor of allowing her to be the one to make him a coat of such a fine material. He again agreed, not caring how the coat was made, only that he wear it, an no one else have anything as expensive.

She sewed it all with threads of hope, and when the man put it on, he immediately fell dead, she sewed the coat closed, so that no one may free him, and immediately fell to the floor crying.

She had never wanted to be the cause for death. She had never imagine the life of a spinner would lead to violence, but here was a horrible man wearing her death, and her hopes all wrapped up in one.

At that moment ______(pc) could do no good, for they are never good at soothing tears. The Lady of Darkness donned her mantle, and swept Arachne into her arms.

She hushed, and rocked, and sang until the child of summer's light in her arms could once more breathe evenly. She consoled ARachne who had become far more than she'd ever hoped in ways she was not yet ready to embrace.

Arachne went home to her family, they were all safe until the end of their days, but Arachne had spun away her death and her age, she would forever remain living as long as the horrible man remained dead.

She was not the same girl before as she was before she learned how to spin light. No, she was not the same, but she learned how to spin many many more things for the love of it, as she was not entirely different either.

[crescentmoonsandroses]

"Look for boys with frog's eyes, girls with hollow backs... Looking through a mood ring will show you the truth, but don't be seen."

I have a couple of different mood rings, but today I found one that had the colour all the way around the band. I was immediately reminded of Elsewhere Uni, and I couldn't resist buying it. And then I did some art.

(If you folklore, faeries, magic, cool worldbuilding, and other good stuff, go check out @elsewhereuniversity, it's amazing and I love it.)

Elsewhere University belongs to Samantha Drew / @ charminglyantiquated.

[jabber-wockin]

Hey I wrote this elsewhere university thing and you can read it if ya want. Uh. I should probably tag the blog so @elsewhereuniversity

[kitapparently]

[WIP] and then they all slept in bokeh's dorm

sad cat noises I miss the Elsewhere scene but ESPECIALLY the like specific part of time where I was roleplaying with these guys djdfsd I consider writing fics on the regular Cara [grey nasa sweater] belongs to @floralblackbird, Arah[purple sweater] belongs to @xallacasor (last known username fhgd), The dog Bokeh and cat* Penny belong to @ashe-n-cinders, Pent [green shirt on the ground and known in this moment as Salt] belongs to @ashinycoin, Pyrite [hugging the dog in a blue shirt] belongs to @probablynightshady ***in theory,*** and meri [green haired cat boy] is allllll mine

*horrifying catlike entity that MOSTLY has good intentions(????)

posting this as a wip cause idk when i'll finish it

[mosthomoeroticenemies]

[nordictwin]

for the oc ask thing: can I ask 🖊 + lord foxglove: where did he learn to ice skate? Also, what does his handwriting look like? Like, on a scale of perfectly flourished cursive handwriting to sleep deprived doctor’s handwriting. Also your writing is amazing. It’s so captivating and flows really nicely, I never want to stop reading.

Yes, an ask about my long-limbed foxy boy!

Foxglove, as a kid, learned some basic ice skating in winter. The Goblin Kingdom gets very cold, and the Labyrinth has a plethora of places for an adventurous little boy to learn. In adulthood, though, when he started watching over Raye and realized "oh, she's everything I want in a wife", he cashed in a few favors - ironically from the Winter Court - and learned that way.

As for his handwriting... both? His handwriting is so flourished and over the top, it goes right back around to make absolutely no sense. Very few people can read it - Raye is one of them, because her mother's writing was similar.

And thank you! I'm sorry for not having updated Something Else in quite awhile, life just got stressful, and I needed a break to do some other things.

[school-of-all-time]

Round Two, Bracket 4

[runwildwithme]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Elsewhere University (Webcomic) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Feathers, Not-Jenna, Cat-Eyes, Thirteen, Barnes, The Crow Prince Additional Tags: Part twoooooooo!!!, they made it underhill, got a quest, and now they need to go about...you know..questing, Quests, Fae & Fairies, Impossible Quest, Autumn court, The Summer Court, The Spring Court, winter has yet to make an appearance. hmm., Underhill - Freeform, faerie - Freeform, The Else, Hospitality rites Series: Part 3 of Tales from the Else Summary:

You made it underhill, found your companions, and narrowly escaped being hunted down, dying of poison, or being eaten.

You even found out who, exactly stole your Name, along with the Names of every other Elsewhere University student. Now all you need to do is do something about that, and preferably before the original Jenna sells all of you - and Elsewhere too - to the Summer Queen.

You still don't know why the Crow Prince is willing to help you. (Not-Jenna has an idea.) You're going to find out.

[archivistsandlibrarians]

@elsewhereuniversity