#Flowers Cannon Hill

[annaroberts2404]

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[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

I really do hope for Buddie to become cannon but Tommy and Buck are so cute together and I am afraid of how they would (will, I am pretty sure they will) break that up. I don't want them to make Tommy a bad person and they obviously adore each other so like what else will the do. Kill Tommy? Obviously I don't want that to happen either but also I don't think the show at this point would do that (though that could be a buddie bonding moment...). So are they just gonna fall out of love? Idk I'm just curious and also a bit terrified of whats to come.

Lol, same! I am still excited for the possibility of Buddie, but I am really loving BuckTommy...honestly, I'd be pretty satisfied with either for an endgame at this point. I just really want Buck to finally get his Happily Ever After, WHATEVER form that takes.

Honestly, though, even if/when Buck and Tommy break up, it doesn't have to be traumatic. I think there's a real tendency for people to view a relationship ending as it having FAILED, and that's just not the case. Sometimes people really are just meant to be in your life for a short time, and there's nothing wrong with that. It would totally be believable that as Tommy and Buck get more serious, they encounter things that just ultimately make them incompatible.

I see the big one being a disagreement about wanting kids--Buck is MEANT to be a father, and I will die on that hill. That boy wants a family, wants to give a kid all the love that he never got as a child and I don't see him staying with a partner who doesn't also want that. We have no idea how Tommy feels about kids, but I could see that being the easiest way to give them an issue big enough that they part ways. Career moves would also be a good way to give them something that's a "dealbreaker". I could maybe (MAYBE) at this point see Buck be willing to leave the 118 for a relationship--move somewhere else in California or the surrounding states where he would still be able to be a regular part of everyone's life. But what if Tommy gets a great job offer somewhere back East? No way Buck would be willing to move across the country.

And that's just the low-hanging fruit. Ultimately, if BuckTommy does break up, I think it's important for Buck's character growth that it IS something mature and adult--no cheating, no vicious fights, no one's the bad guy. Just two people who care about each other a lot, but ultimately want different paths in life.

I've said a lot that my true OTP in this show is Buck/Happiness. I love the idea that he could find that with his best friend and the kid they've been raising together since Eddie walked into the 118. But I also really like that he's got someone who is so clearly just SMITTEN with him (like seriously, how Old Hollywood Charm was the phrasing "you're a vision" even tho the actual sentence was ridiculous? Like, yes, those two are engaging in super kinky sex, but they also slow dance in the kitchen and buy each other flowers just because, you can't tell me otherwise) and am eager to see where they go with this. Ultimately, I trust Tim, and trust that Oliver Stark loves Buck enough to fight for a satisfying storyline for him and I'm just going to enjoy the ride.

Seriously, kids, multishipping is fun!

[sudriantraveler]

Traintober 2024 Day 30: Oncoming Storm

1943

Storm clouds swirled and darkened the sky, as an engine and its train puffed slowly through the English countryside.

The engine was a strange, boxy sort. One of Oliver Bulleid’s Q1 goods engines built with austerity in mind.

Despite being barely a year old, wartime service had taken a toll on him. His matte black paint, hardly a handsome look even when new, was covered in soot and grime, and a hoarse, tired panting sound emerged from his funnel.

The rain pelted down, and a distant roar of thunder shook the air.

The engine shuddered, and glanced nervously up at the angry sky.

Air-raids were an ever-present danger, which might loom behind every cloud.

"But surely..." the engine thought, "No aircraft, friend or enemy, would dare to fly in this stuff".

So despite the weather, he almost allowed himself to feel relieved.

At least there would be nothing more than rain.

That relief was soon gone however.

A chill ran through the engine's boiler, as through the storm the unmistakable drone of an aircraft rumbled overhead.

Its yellow nose emerged from the clouds, followed by a sinister gray body.

The black crosses on its wings boldly marked it an agent of death.

The engine saw it circle overhead, buffeted by wind and rain as it did so.

Slowly, painfully slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, it turned.

Then, it dipped its wings and dived towards the train.

The engine roared in fright, smoke poured from his funnel as he dragged the heavy train faster and faster.

He wanted to break the couplings all together, drop the train and run. But the couplings held, the rails curved up a steep hill, and his escape was painfully slow.

The aircraft's guns pointed out from its yellow nose, its sights aimed directly at the fleeing engine.

With great relief the engine crested the top of the hill.

The trucks, equally terrified at the prospect of being left behind, pushed forward, and with their surging weight the train rocketed down the hill, just as the aircraft guns flashed into life.

The crew ducked for cover as tracers blazed past their engine's boiler, burying into the ground and ricocheting off the rails.

Too close, Too Close, TOO CLOSE!

The engine whistled in terror as the winged beast zoomed overhead.

He could only watch, horrified, as it pulled up into a climbing turn, readying itself for another shot.

It was like it was toying with him.

Whistling fit to bust, the train raced down the line. Green fields gave way to houses, and air-raid sirens blared as the nearby town awoke to the ongoing attack.

The engine screamed through the station, feeling little relief even as searchlights and flak burst pierced the stormy sky.

The plane flew doggedly on, dodging ground-fire with almost unnatural swiftness and ease.

Diving in for another pass, it fired again. Metal punctured and tore, and the engine yelped as red hot pain reverberated through his side.

Cold wind blew through the newly opened gaps in his boiler cladding, and steam hissed from the bullet holes piercing his cylinder block.

He desperately tried to fight the pain and keep going. But his vision blurred, and his speed grew slower and slower.

He was a sitting duck.

Again the aircraft rose up, climbing and turning into position for what would surely be the final time.

The engine watched as the plane flew in towards him again, head on.

Its yellow nose grew larger and larger, the cannon mounted in its center bloomed as a black flower of death.

For both machines, the world narrowed into that single weapon.

The aircraft had just put its sights on target, when a searchlight beamed directly onto it.

It fired blindly, only barely missing its mark, as the dazzling light was followed by a flak burst striking clean into its cockpit.

The aircraft shook violently from the impact. Blood and oil sprayed out into its prop-wash, trailing behind in a fine mist which fell down over its would-be victim as it roared mere feet overhead.

Out of control, its dead pilot's hands limp on the stick, the wounded bird slowly pulled away into an unsteady climb.

Searchlights and ground-fire pursued it all the while, until it disappeared back into the storm clouds, and in a flash of lightning it vanished from the world of the living.

The rain continued to pour down, as back on the ground the engine and its train wheezed slowly to a halt.

His crew jumped down from the cab to inspect the damage, as he groaned and cried through escaping steam.

As the engine faded in and out of consciousness, fighting exhaustion and pain, he could only barely register that he was somehow still alive.

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[batcryptic]

So its been a bit, I've been having a few health things thatve made it hard for me to draw but I have my doodles for each of the days I missed!

Day 13/12 is Joe hills because silly

Day 14 bloom, with doc as I head cannon him as part creeper and therfore moss with some flowers

Day 15/11 gods with gem because

Day 16/16 monster but all I had in mind was those knights in dunmeshi

Day 17/20 my choice, so I'm actually gonna use what was planned for day 11. Joe Hills is bugsnax themed to me okay

[ceiling-karasu]

Wanted to ask you what you think of the alligator in season 2. I've NEVER SEEN anyone talk about him. My personal head cannon is that he's a himbo and represents Florida LOL 😂.

I also figure that if the wolves supposedly represent America, then the alligators (although the wikia says crocodile) represent Florida or Mexico!

I’ve been trying to find information on them because I have important plans for alligators in The Rod That Blocks The Lightning I’m writing. Although, there is a glimpse of a world map on one of Rei-does-stuff’s videos that I need to study more for world building purposes on this point. The continents seem to be about the same.

I’m kind of thinking that they may be strong, but lazy, but himbo also works! I figure I’ll make up a personality for the individual and for the species characteristics in general once I get to the chapters featuring them. I don’t have much to go on otherwise.

I’m thinking that they may have been pulled into the Wolf Unit forcefully due to their deftness in the water, while the Wolf Unit is land and Air Force. I have been assuming that the alligators mostly work for underwater scout reconnaissance, or for the defusing of underwater mines, or basically the navy. Were they the ones that made the whale submarine? I can’t remember at the moment. The Weasel Unit might promise that they can be high ranking overseers if they leave the Wolf Unit and help them instead.

Have not decided if they are villains who want Flower Hill for themselves, or victims who need Geumsaegi and Flower Hill’s help to escape yet, though. This specific Alligator/crocodile aide seems to think squirrels and hedgehogs are weak and useless in his appearance, but that doesn’t mean Flower Hill can’t change his mind or that they all believe so.

The Alligators are cold blooded, which means they would not be good in the winter, or possibly underground if the commander was desperate enough to try and map Flower Hill’s underground infrastructure without the data disk, Bamsaegi, or Dr. Dudeoji. Which if I keep that factor may result in the Wold Unit worrying that they may be useless in the winter months.

[willtheweaver]

OC ship song tag

Thanks for the tag @autism-purgatory @theink-stainedfolk @the-golden-comet

Rules: list the ships of your WIP (cannon or otherwise) and a song that ‘describes’ your ship, or that would be used for a fan edit of the ship.

Got two for A Feather in the Forest. Here’s one for Fen and the youngsters as they head out for the first time (I don’t know if Tolkien ever gave the song a name):

Upon the hearth the fire is red,

Beneath the roof there is a bed;

But not yet weary are our feet,

Still round the corner we may meet

A sudden tree or standing stone

That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower, and leaf and grass,

Let them pass! Let them pass!

Hill and water under sky,

Pass them by! Pass them by!

And for Fen and Playa, I think Defying Gravity (from Wicked) is appropriate (this may encroach into spoiler territory, so in putting this warning, just to be on the safe side):

Something has changed within me

Something is not the same

I’m through with playing by the rules

Of someone else’s game

Too late for second-guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It’s time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes and leap

Tagging @lavender-gloom @mk-writes-stuff @inseasofgreen @goldfinchwrites @rotting-moon-writes

@fourwingedwriter @phoenixradiant @agirlandherquill @talesofsorrowandofruin @illarian-rambling

@theeccentricraven @oliolioxenfreewrites and open tag

[raointean]

RoP Celebration - Week 6

Minor Characters/OCs/Rairpairs

Now, I know what you're thinking. Arondir isn't a minor character and DEFINITELY isn't part of a rarepair (in cannon). Instead, I'm putting him in the oc category, since he's an original creation of the show. (Disclaimer, this is about 100% headcanon lol)

What we know

Arondir is a Silvan elf, whose people did not follow the valar even partway to Valinor.

Was born and raised in Beleriand (according to tolkiengateway. I think he could have been born in Middle Earth and moved to Beleriand as a child, but for the sake of this post, we'll roll with it)

Was born in the first age or before

Worked as a grower (farmer? I'm assuming?) before becoming a soldier, likely during the War of Wrath

In short, we don't know a lot about him... so I'm going to make it up!

Arondir's family is originally from the Ered Alwed (Mountains of Prosperity)

It was a beautiful land with rolling hills and flowing rivers, not far from the Sea

The land was also sheltered on three sides by mountains

They got bored soon enough, however, being the only intelligent life in the area

Arondir had parents, an elder sister, three elder brothers, a grandfather, an aunt, two uncles, and a handful of cousins who went west

They decided to travel west to more populated places and eventually wound up in Doriath

They settle down as farmers growing fruits and ninniachloth flowers (his sister, however, makes her way into Menegroth and gets a reputation as an excellent caregiver. She is eventually given the privilege of caring for King Dior's children)

This is the world Arondir is born into, just before the start of the first age; peace, plenty, a loving family, flourishing orchards, lush berry fields, and forest clearings full of crystalline flowers

That world is destroyed when Arondir is around 550 years old (young, though fully grown, for an elf)

The kinslayers come and sack Menegroth and destroy the surrounding residences and farms

Arondir's sister is killed defending her charges

His father and grandfather are killed defending the farm

His uncles, aunt, and cousins attempt to flee and are never seen again

Two of his brothers were serving a mandatory stint in Dior's guard and are lost in the chaos

His third brother, coming across the ruins of their home, challenges the Feanorians, and loses

Arondir hides

He has never been one for violence; as a boy, he always made someone else kill the chickens when it came time for dinner

And so, like a coward he hides

He survives

He joins the other survivors on their long march to the Havens of Sirion and makes his home beside the riverbank

Children begin to call him "strawberry man" because he grows them in the rocky soil near his hut and gives them out to any passing little one

He tills the soil, works the fields, makes friends with his fellow refugees, and for a while, Arondir starts to believe he can have peace in this little corner of the world

The war continues brewing in the north, but if he keeps to himself and keeps his head facing the earth, it cannot reach him

It cannot reach him... until it does

The kinslayers come again, not even 40 years after their first assault, to claim what is "theirs"

But Arondir does not hide this time

They have taken enough from him already

This time, he fights

Once again, he survives

Once again, his people are scattered

Once again, they have lost their ruler (on wings of flight, this time, instead of death)

Unlike in the past, however, Arondir does not wait around for the enemy to come to him

Instead, he finds the nearest camp of High-King Gil-Galad's host and volunteers himself as a soldier

@the-southlands

[saltyr3mix]

Outsider smp Owen hair head cannons: I've had thoughts about this and wanted to share. Ok so, Owens Minecraft skin that he uses in the smp has hair buns. and i will die on this hill. I think through the entire time in the maze Owen had space buns or pigtails.

Owen is also like 35. So there is a 35 year old man. traumatized by being a child soldier and war criminal....even if he doesn't know it at first. And he wears space buns. I don't know why but that makes me so incredibly happy.

And also this means hes matching with Apo and Magic. Who also have their hair tied up in a similar way.

If you want my full personal head cannon. Owen didn't know what to do with his hair at all when he first entered. At first it wasn't even long enough to tie up. But months passed and he was getting extremely annoyed when it would fall into his eyes while training or stick to the back of his neck after long days in the maze. He was complaining to Apo about this one day and Apo's like. Hold on man i've got this.

The demon comes back with some twine, thin cloth. Or whatever the closest to rubber bands that they have in the clearing. And does Owen's hair up in buns. Owen laughs at first thinking he looks slightly ridiculous. But slowly learns to love them. when they eventually fall out he goes back to Apo asking to do them up again. Apo eventually teaches him how to do it himself and the pair have matching buns through out the more peaceful time of clearing. Sometimes they even dragged Rasbi in. They often placed flowers and other pretty forestry in each other's buns as decoration.

Flash forward several months/ years depending on what you believe. And Magic enters the scene. Owen wants nothing to do with Apo at the moment because he was lied and betrayed to by the demon. One day he comes out with his hair down, everyone a bit surprised they hadn't seen it like this scene the very early days of the clearing. Magic figures out that he's upset and offers to help. He needing something to distract himself and not wanting to have to deal with the mess of long hair in his face when entering the maze, lets the younger mess with his hair. Magic tries a a few styles, just some funny ones to cheer him up a bit. even threatening to dye it crazy colors. In the end Owens hair is up in buns again. But whereas Apo's were small and tight better for just keeping the hair from being a bother. Magics had more volume and airy. They were more for display than function. But he wore them around anyways to match magic and even use them to make fun of her at times. Only it would always end up backfiring. He no longer puts flowers in them. Flash forward again and Owens is cleaning Apo's blood off his spear. In the reflection he sees the buns and flash back to soldier rules on hair length kick in. He picks up some sheers and cuts it all off down to appropriate length. The others cant tell if that was a good or bad thing. Magic is a bit upset they don't match anymore. But Owen assures her that it was only having hair that long was bothering him. By the time Owens locked up having committed multiple murders his hairs a bit out grown again. Not helping with the heat. He can't help but hate that it only proves how much hes fallen from his soldier glory.

Anyway, i also think at one point he dyed a streak of his hair orange. It might have even been a prank on him from either Oeca or Apo that dyed his hair that way. But it didn't stick around only last for a handful of weeks.

And yeah! Outsiders may be long over but i've finally found a place to talk about it so im going to! Sorry not Sorry for the rant he means a lot to me. And if you like this idea let me know.....i might write a fic about it....i've certainly thought about it but idk if i would have the time.

[bobbybutterfly]

I'd love to see how you draw Field Mouse #6 and to know if you have some headcanons for him!

Here you go!

To be honest I kinda forgot about him. I got him confused for the stuttering mouse in episode 2 I think. Getting excited about developing more a disabled character. Disability is something I should look into. I only have experience with autism because that’s what I’ve got. But that’s for some other day because I looked up Field Mouse 6 he appears quite a fair bit later. Later then I thought because then I confused him with Field Mouse 2 in the 4th episode!

Field Mouse 2 was quite interesting. Instead of the usual blood thirsty psycho he seemed kinda likeable in a smol bean way. But then I remembered he died at the end of the episode so… kinda hard for him to appear in episode 6.

I rewatched episode 6 before drawing him. It’s quite iconic. Flower Hill’s Animal Games are a good backdrop. I really like the environmental design in the 90’s episodes, as a background artist. We also can’t forget the hedgehog waitress! The definition of Slay Gurl! Slay!

But to be honest, if I didn’t actively have Field Mouse 6 on my mind I would have forgotten about him again. I’m sorry. It’s just that Mulmangcho already serves the sadistic quotes and besides that Field Mouse 6 doesn’t have anything that sets him particularly apart from the previous two mice.

Mulmangcho is in a squirrel disguise if you were wondering.

Non the less, even thought it took me a while to come up with something for Field Mouse 6 I’m pretty pleased with the backstory I gave him. He’s half mouse half squirrel. Instead of him being some biological experiment, like @stju87 ‘s Saccharine, mixed species animals are just a thing. He comes from a town in Mouse Kingdom (that’s what I call the place mice come from) and his father was a squirrel who came to work as a builder. He married a local mouse and that’s how we got Field Mouse 6.

I will call him 6 for short. So 6 growing up struggled a lot with his gender and cultural identity.

He wasn’t accepted as a mouse. Getting bullied and isolated for being a lesser animal. His parents were like, we know it’s hard but you got to pull yourself by your bootstraps child. He didn’t like them very much from bringing him to life.

When became an adult he joined the military. The military looking for mixed species to work as spies (saves on make up costs). They wanted to infiltrate the Flower Hill army so they transitioned him into a male. Which he was surprisingly happy about. I thought it would be nice to have a happy transgender character that’s accepted for who they are.

Why did I make him trans masc? I dunno. We got a diversity of sexualities. Why not gender diversity?

He really likes life in the military. Living life as his preferred gender. Not being the only half squirrel. Getting looked up to as hero for doing something only a few others can. He’s still an asshole thanks to his childhood trauma though.

Kinda makes me want to write a short story about him now. LOL.

Hope you liked my head cannon. Do you have some head cannons for him? I’m also switching up my art style. Moving away from kemono and more towards a western cartoony style.

[esta-elavaris]

Fallen Through Time

Part Five [3,132 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Also now on AO3 (restricted to registered users only thanks to AI mining, sorry!) and FF.net.

Notes re: dubious historical authenticity at the end.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - *Part Five* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen​​​​ @dancerinthestorm​​​​ @teawithshakespeare​​​​

Port Royal was gorgeous. It was something Theo had passively acknowledged when she'd watched the movies, but she'd never really stopped to properly notice it. There was always something else going on - like Jack's arrival…or Jack being shot at…or Jack stealing a ship. He had a knack for stealing the show just as happily as he did ships, she'd give him that. But he was nowhere to be seen now, and she was left basking in the beauty of the world she'd been catapulted into without warning.

Very aware of how easy it would be to get turned around if she ventured beyond the main thoroughfares - and with no wish to get lost (because, duty or no, the only way Norrington could currently hate her more would be if he had to have his men launch a search party for her) - she stuck to the main road. Following it lazily down the hill on which the Governor's mansion was situated upon, she passed a number of large stately houses, or smoothed dirt paths leading to them, likely belonging to the senior-most of the men and good ladies residing here. Those houses and paths dotted around eventually gave way to little other than foliage.

For that stretch of the walk, she was alone with her thoughts - save for the odd passing carriage, from which the passengers inside all but hung out of the window to try and catch a glimpse of her. Word of her presence here had undoubtedly spread, and the town was so small that everybody knew everybody. Plus, she was a tall redhead swanning about - for lack of less apt phrasing - in Elizabeth's clothing. It left little doubt as to who she was.

She smelled the town before she saw it, and while it was one thing to hear that towns would not have smelled great as a passing comment in historical documentaries, it was another thing entirely to experience it. Not only was it a glaring reminder of the sort of hygiene standards (or lack thereof) held by the time, along with the lack of modern plumbing, but with the addition of the smells drifting from the butcher, the fishmonger, and even the blacksmith, it did threaten to overwhelm her. It really harmed her hard-won self-perception of not being some sort of swooning delicate flower, but she tried to chalk it up to her ordeal.

Despite her hearty protests to Elizabeth that she would be fine on this little solo expedition - which were born not only out of a desire for solitude, but out of a determination not to be the sort of guest who was permanently under foot - she had to admit, once the smells hit and the heat grew worse as midday beckoned, that she might've bitten off more than she could chew. Sweat had begun to bead steadily down her neck, and there wasn't much of a breeze so that it might cool her, and she was very aware of her pulse pounding in her skull. Without the heart to turn right away and begin walking back up the hill to make the trek back to the mansion, she turned instead for the docks and sought the refreshing air she might find there.

That was all she needed – a sit down, and some peace to think things through. She'd be right as rain after that.

***

James Norrington was caught in the midst of an annoying week. Not a bad one - after all, none of his men had died over the last few days, and nobody was aiming cannons at his head, so as far as his frame of reference was concerned, all was reasonably well. No, it was just irksome. And it did not appear to be lessening when the primary source of his vexation drifted into his peripheral vision.

At first, for a slight moment, he'd mistaken her for Elizabeth Swann. She was certainly dressed like the Governor's daughter, in a white gown that he'd once noted was very becoming on its rightful owner, her hair bundled atop her head in much the same manner Elizabeth's often was, and what must have been one of Elizabeth's hats propped atop her head. But there was no mistaking the crimson hair…nor the foolishness of her actions.

James sighed, turning his gaze back down to the papers in his hand…although he did not read them.

"Lieutenant Groves."

"Yes, sir?"

"Go and inform Miss Byrne that unless she wishes to fall into the sea a second time, she must vacate that section of the docks as swiftly as possible."

"...Miss Byrne, sir? Governor Swann's guest?"

"The very one," James nodded in her direction, and Groves quickly followed his line of sight before nodding and stepping away.

Only once he'd given him long enough to vacate the ship they'd been getting back up to scratch did James look up from the papers he'd been pretending to busy himself with. He did so reluctantly - half expecting Miss Byrne to be looking right back at him, some scheme ticking behind her eyes. But she was not. In fact, she looked rather pale even despite the tan her burns had faded into, her face drained of most of its colour as one hand clung to the post beside her, her eyes shut and her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to regain her composure.

Even the most talented actress could not blanch at will. They could, however, use pre-existing ailments to their advantage. But to what end? He was fairly certain she did not know he was observing her. Something too closely related to guilt flitted through his chest as he considered the matter - the dilemma - of Theodora Byrne for the thousandth time since meeting her. Their first meeting had not gone particularly well, and although Governor Swann had met him that night to plead her case (and assure him that she had been horrified when their cultural miscommunication, as Weatherby called it, was explained to her), and James was inclined to believe that. She'd have nothing to gain from purposely offending them.

Unfortunately, that was more or less the only part of anything to do with her that he was inclined to believe.

Watching with more interest than he'd own to, he saw as Groves approached the weakened section of the dock with great care, testing the boards beneath his shoes before he stepped forth. It appeared to take a few calls before Miss Byrne came to her senses and noticed him at all. Turning, she blinked at Groves as he remained a few feet safely back, gesturing towards himself as he seemed to explain that she needed to move away. No doubt a touch more gently than James would have done so himself. That might've had something to do with why James had sent him in his stead. But it also gave him much more ample opportunity to observe than he would have if he was involved. From here, he didn't have to concern himself with whether his own façade would coax hers into locking up all while he tried to monitor her and work out what exactly it was she was up to.

She certainly seemed earnest enough as she apologised profusely to Groves – who smiled and joked away her embarrassment with artful ease…and mixed results. For though she offered a smile in return, her discomfort was betrayed in how she twisted her hands in her skirts and ducked her head as Groves continued to speak. None of it rang false to James' eye, even if he tried to make it so - which, truly, he wasn't in the habit of doing. While he saw no profit in deluding himself with heedless optimism, he also saw little benefit in finding foes where none existed. Treating a misfortunate woman who needed his help like she was a criminal, all while she dwelled in the very midst of her woes, would be just as unforgiveable as failing to see ill intent if it was there.

And yet none of that helped him unpuzzle why something about…about her simply rang false to his instincts. Yes, there was the possibility that it was nothing sinister – she'd hardly be the first woman to come to Port Royal with a secret or two – but she would be the first to do so and find herself living with the Swanns. That made all of the difference. They were good people, the very best. He had no desire to see them being taken advantage of due to that fact.

So deep in thought had he been that he found himself staring back like an idiot when Miss Byrne finally sensed his gaze on her, turning her head and pinning him beneath the weight of her sharp blue-grey eyes. His comfort at being caught unguarded was that she seemed as startled to find herself on the other end of his gaze as he did hers, her eyes widening as she faltered, and then haltingly lifted a hand in a reluctant imitation of a wave.

There was little chance of him returning it. But seeing that he'd been caught observing – and that, annoyingly, Groves seemed to be in little hurry to leave their new arrival, James sighed and turned away from the rail of the ship.

***

Theo watched with disappointment, but not a great deal of surprise, when Norrington responded to her wave by not responding to her wave at all. Not even a nod was given in response, and she watch as he sighed and turned away, walking out of sight.

"I wasn't…I was…"

God, getting used to speaking in a time-appropriate manner was doing nothing to help her not sound like a bumbling idiot. Of course, what also did not help was the fact that every time Groves spoke to her, he did so with the voice of one of her favourite video game characters – one her Inquisitor had married an unspeakable number of times in Dragon Age: Inquisition – which just added a fresh, new layer to the surreal nature of being surrounded by people who should not actually exist. No offence to them. Although she supposed around here, she was the one who shouldn't actually exist, so it was all just a matter of perspective, really. Norrington seemed to be firmly settling into that opinion, at least.

After a shocking number of false starts, and a great deal of patience from Groves, she finally collected herself and achieved the glowing feat of a full sentence.

"I was feeling out of sorts, and I thought I'd sit down and…look at the ships…"

Maybe ship-spotting had caught on in the days before trainspotting was a possibility.

"Look at the ships?" he echoed with a bemused smile "Have you family in the Navy?"

"No, no – it's just an, erm, academic interest. Although not that academic considering I don't know that much."

The smile remained on Groves' face, and she was growing increasingly relieved to find that Elizabeth wasn't the only person in Port Royal to find her weirdness endearing. Not least because she still wasn't feeling entirely right, and she might need him to catch her if she passed out.

"Well, if you've any questions I'll be happy to answer them. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I'm an expert, but I do know a thing or two about ships."

"An occupational hazard, I'd guess," she said – and he chuckled and agreed. "Don't you have to get back to your captain?"

"I was sent to remove you from the dock, and to ascertain that you were well. Forgive me, but you're still worryingly pale, so I believe my job is not yet done."

He was hardly wrong. While she was feeling better than she had, she still didn't fancy her chances at successfully completing the walk back to the Governor's mansion just yet.

"What makes the Interceptor so fast? One of the fastest in the Caribbean, right?"

"The fastest," Groves corrected proudly.

Well, he could debate Jack on that matter later. Disagreeing would only make her sound like a pirate – and Groves continued before she could do so, anyway.

"She's a brig, so she's smaller and more manoeuvrable, along with having less weight to be hauled by the sails."

"I suppose you don't need the sort of guns a man-of-war packs when you're on them before they can sneeze. Or when Captain Norrington's at the helm."

Groves chuckled, "The Captain has earned his reputation, to be sure."

"I did have another question, but I think it's going to sound daft," as daft as sitting on a structurally questionable dock in front of a whole shipload of men, she supposed. "The…the bottom bit of the ship. The panels…"

"The keel?" he guessed with that same amused smile.

"Probably," she shrugged, "It looks a bit different to the others – it's inspired by Viking longships, isn't it? Is that how it gets the speed?"

His eyebrows shot up towards his wig.

"Yes, I believe so. Very good! They did revolutionise shipbuilding, and so you'd be hard-pressed to find a ship today that doesn't benefit from their methods in some way or another, but the Interceptor…she leans a bit more into that than, say, the Dauntless."

"Heathens they might have been, but there were not entirely useless."

The unmistakeable voice of Captain James Norrington joined the fray, and the nice moment she'd been enjoying of feeling like a normal person having a normal chat was shattered in an instant. Theo felt the smile on her face become a touch more strained as she turned to greet him.

"Well, even a broken clock's right twice a day, right? Hello, Captain Norrington."

"Miss Byrne. You appear much improved."

"Give me another week and I'll be able to work out for myself why this was the one completely empty dock in the port," her smile gained a sheepish quality "I'm sorry."

"It's no matter."

"Yeah- yes, well, while I'm apologising – I misspoke last time we met."

Norrington cleared his throat, "Governor Swann offered your explanation and apology both last we spoke. Do not trouble yourself with it, madam."

"I know, but it's my apology to give and so I should be the one to give it. I didn't realise what I was implying at the time, and that wasn't what I meant by it. I'm sorry. Genuinely."

"It's no matter," he repeated, "Put it from your mind, Miss Byrne."

Well. It wasn't exactly the warm and rosy acceptance she'd been hoping for. Although warm and rosy were not things she'd come to expect from Norrington in their short acquaintance, either, so she didn't feel much of a sense of loss.

"How is it that you come to know so much about ships?"

Every the straightforward one, he asked her the question bluntly before an awkward silence could even think to settle over them. Groves, at least, appeared relieved for it – it was obvious he hadn't known quite what to do with himself as she'd made her apologies to his captain.

"From a book."

Or a TV series on Amazon Prime. Same thing, really. Kind of. In a metaphorical way.

"A book? A book that you read?"

"Only when smacking it against my forehead didn't get me anywhere."

Groves covered up a laugh with a cough, but Norrington seemed far too concerned with her scandalous book-reading to send so much as a withering glare in the direction of his lieutenant. It was almost enough to stop her from noticing the way one corner of his lips just slightly twitched upwards. One of these days she'd manage to get a smile out of him. She'd settle for a smirk.

"What was the name of this book?" he levelled the question her way like it was a challenge.

Oh god, did he think she was lying about what she read now? Sure, technically she was, but this was getting a touch ridiculous.

"It…was a series of tales and legends about Ragnar Lothbrok. I forget the author. The account of how he first found the Lindisfarne monastery is fascinating, though."

Hopefully he'd realise that if this was part of her dastardly plan to earn herself a false reputation as a Viking historian in Port Royal, she'd have made up the name of an author…but she'd thrown in an errant detail just for good measure.

"I shall have to read it," he said flatly.

God, if he ever did catch her out in some sort of scheme, he'd be bloody thrilled – because so far, he'd been blatantly pissed off every time he realised she wasn't up to something.

"Right. Well. It was nice to meet you, Lieutenant Groves," she said, smoothing her skirts and preparing to make an exit.

It was becoming clear that Norrington was reluctant to leave her here – lest she go plummeting through the dock through sheer force of stupidity.

"And you, Miss Byrne," Groves, at least, offered her a smile.

"And I'm glad I got a chance to offer you my apologies in person, Captain Norrington. Thank you for hearing me out."

His brow furrowed a little at that – she'd spoken with her eyes meeting his, hoping to show him just how sincere she was. Judging by how he faltered, he saw it. The furrow in his brow lessened, and then he finally offered her a nod and a 'have a pleasant day, Miss Byrne' that didn't even sound like a thinly veiled 'piss off'.

They remained on the dock behind her when she took her leave, and Norrington must've underestimated the scope of her hearing, for once he thought she was out of earshot, he asked Groves quietly.

"Tell me, Lieutenant, what do you make of Miss Byrne?"

"Miss Byrne, sir?"

"Yes."

"I…I suppose I found her rather charming."

The silence that evoked wad nothing short of deafening.

Notes: The ship trivia here is 90% invention based tenuous fact. If it's accurate, that's a stroke of pure luck, but it's probably not. Just a mild disclaimer. Leaning into the 'fantasy' aspect of historical fantasy here lolol.

[puppyocto]

I’m so sorry I’ve been thinking of the property police and I think this may be a little out of character for them but. You know the song ‘No more birthdays’? Idk why but them and that song have been stuck on my mind on REPEAT. I don’t know why. Like..Martyn watching as Jimmy drifts away and feels empty because Jimmy was his best friend! He stayed around him and they lived together. Martyn begging the Watchers to bring back his ball of perfection (I love that lyric in the song so much). Also headcanon Jimmy had braces in Evo :3

Angsty thought but, what if in Evo Martyn only saw Jimmy was a property? (No pun intended ;3) Like A prize he got. He didn’t really do much with Jimmy and helped out. Jimmy was off doing all these adventures WITHOUT Martyn. I think Martyn slowly realised that Jimmy didn’t need him, he was becoming his own person. Which not true third life proves this I will die on this hill I HATE the flower husbands. Stone me call me a witch and burn me but I hate them. Ranchers are so much better prove me wrong.

Oh god I see why you are associating this song with them, cause we see so distinctly Jimmy growing and getting more independent. I can fully imagine Martyn not wanting Jimmy to keep again and improving.

I do love the braces head cannon if you’ve seen sharkful-nen’s young Jimmy drawing, he has braces there and I love it so much. (Young Jimmy hurts me)

Why do you have to mention bad things about Martyn and Jimmy do you want to me to be sad anon (/nsrs). I can definetely see Jimmy treated as like the poster kid of property police a little, he’s the face a little and like he does a lot of the grindy work but he’s not Martyn, he doesn’t hold the power he can’t even defend himself (just rewatched the episode 5 bit where everyone’s criticising the property police and Jimmy doesn’t say anything)

I’m going to be honest you lost me a little in the last section but you’re right I hate Flower husbands but in that way we’re they’re very interesting to me and all I think about constantly. Ranchers are cute we do love them (I am worried when I rewatch double life with my new Jimmy eyes something will happen and I will see something bad in them but for now we love them)

[randomruff]

A Girl and her Dragon

Warning: double Pov. May get confusing.

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The fellow in ruined lavish clothing stared at the remaining side of the demolished city. The attack was so sudden they didn't have any time to react.

A girl with platinum pink hair in pigtails and brilliant blue eyes brimmed with joy, chased her dragon companion through the field of flowers.

He heard the screams of men, women, and children. She presented none mercy as she continued her work.

She laughed as she grabbed him and tumbled down the hill. She hugged him with the utmost care and affection.

The entire nation was in ruins, lives despaired, but she didn't care, she just carried on.

The dragon licked her face as she caressed him. He preferred her gentle touches.

His eyes widened as he saw her approach him, rage established in her every movement.

She loved pampering him. It was her favorite thing to do, besides playing with him.

Why did he send those soldiers to go after her? If they had just left her alone, everything would have been fine!

they cuddled each other under the warmth of the sun, tired from their game of chase.

she stopped right where he kneeled to the ground, her once pure white dress now torn and stained with so much blood that it turned black.

The flower field caught on fire, cannons, and magical arrows fired. waking the sleeping duo, the girl yelled for them to stop. They didn't listen, aiming their weapons at her. However.

Intense blue eyes that swelled with tenderness once. now desolate, as she glared at him with resentment.

Before she could do anything, her friend jumped in front of her and took the blow. A heavy lump formed in her chest as she looked at her companion getting stabbed to death.

She lifted her fist and laid it on top of his head. The man closed his eyes. He couldn't fight back.

her precious companion fell, tears escaped from her eyes, she moved a shaky palm to her friend's head, and coddled it, she repeatedly whispered to him "I... it's... it's g-going... going to be o-okay... j-just open your eyes.... please..."

it was his fault, for bringing such a catastrophic fate upon his people, for being so greedy.

He didn't wake. She kept caressing him, desiring he would, believing that this was just a horrible nightmare, that she would wake up and find him snuggling his head in her stomach, unfortunately...

He felt his body being broken. Hopefully, he thought.

only fools will make the same mistake he did.

It was real... these vermin killed her beloved companion, her precious partner. After realizing that fact, she lost consciousness and began placing terror upon those that had done her wrong.

That day Milim Nava, the dragon princess, gained the name "The Destroyer"

[hccn-overseer]

Issue 20, 8/30/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

Updates on the Incident

By Azure

Recently, there have been many developments in the Incident with DocM77, Grian and Scar. Here is all that has happened thus far:

Due to a prank Doc pulled on Grian and Mumbo, causing one of Mumbo's vault doors to be damaged, the latter joined forces with Grian and Scar, forming the Buttercups, as the flower is toxic to goats. Their headquarters was a hippie style campsite with a pet sniffer. Doc would later form an alliance with RenDog.

 Additionally, two individuals known as Poultry Man and HotGuy showed their support for Grian and Scar by putting thousands of chickens in the Perimeter. Doc would later push back by putting thousands of chickens in Grian’s base, and decorating Scarland with Dragon Eggs.

The Buttercups then began to make plans to get revenge, with Grian building a “Live Laugh Love” sign on the walls of the Perimeter, causing Doc to decorate Grian’s base with Dragon Eggs. Both parties began building robots in case a battle were to ensue, and Doc built flying TNT cannons shaped like butterflies. Pearl built a dragon out of the Dragon Eggs.

Ren and Doc ended up attempting to spy on a Buttercup meeting but were found out, causing the Bot Battle to take place. Doc won after the Buttercups’ Bot backfired and was unable to do substantial damage to Doc’s Bot. Ren and Doc then proceeded to activate the TNT cannons, and the Buttercups rushed to sabotage the machines. They were successful, with minimal damage caused.

Furthermore, Ren and Doc attempted to explode the Buttercups’ campsite, causing them to relocate into a new base located in a cherry tree. At this point, Grian made the decision to cover the Perimeter in grass, a feat requiring over two thousand blocks of grass and dirt. 

Many people have pointed out that the motivational quotes were set to play near the Perimeter, with phrases such as, “This is the Goat’s world, you just live in it,” and “To make our great goat leader proud, never forget to Grind, Optimize and Thrive.”

The process of covering the Perimeter took over twelve hours, as they decided to terraform the area in addition to covering it. They were able to recruit the help of Gem, Impulse, Etho, False, Joe Hills, and Iskall, making it one of the largest collaborative projects on the server in recent months.

The Perimeter now blends into the surrounding landscape, safe for the flagpole, aided by the terraforming and the added trees, supplied by Xisuma. Once their task was complete, the Buttercups disbanded, recognizing it as the climax to the Incident.

Doc has since uncovered the Perimeter, and is making plans to get revenge on the Buttercups and their accomplices.

Now onto other news under the cut!

This Week At The Overseer HQ: Interior Makeover and Volunteer Work

By Lydia

The Overseer Headquarters has recently undergone a new interior makeover, with brighter paints for the walls and a collection of retro-future style furniture in red, blue, green, yellow, orange, and purple for the sofas, chairs, tables, and lighting. The staff originally wanted to change the style of the office due to the Server’s players taking on a resurgence of a 1970s fashion trend, but had later revealed that the real reason for the makeover was simply a need for a more invigorating workspace. In order to renovate the inside of the office, a few of the staff members managed to land a spot on a television show on HGTV with a professional interior design team. They took the chance to imitate all of the clients they had previously seen on the show, with every small complaint being blown up to greater proportions for the sake of entertaining television. They also spent the majority of that time attempting to convince the beleaguered show staff to wait on them hand and foot with very little success.

After the television excursion, The Overseer staff has also been sending its members to perform volunteer work over the past several weeks. With the ongoing influx of new Citizens, a large portion of the staff members have been spending their daytime outside of the Newspaper Office at the Hermit Citizen Orientation Office. Our staff members have assisted the very small orientation team in printing Citizen I.D. cards, distributing maps of the Server, giving out Shulker boxes of starter supplies, assisting in customizing communication devices, and answering frequently asked questions about the Server’s customs and environment. These questions often cover rudimentary introductory questions, such as the status of keeping one’s inventory on upon death, the most populated biomes, an overview of the Server’s clubs and affiliations, whether the Server is welcoming or hostile towards hybrids, and whether the Citizen count is high enough to qualify as a village, town, or city. According to our staff, they have enjoyed all of the free catering of buffet breakfasts and an endless supply of donuts provided to all workers and volunteers of the Orientation Office. This is by far the most favorable perk of helping out. The worst part of the job is the paperwork, specifically because many new Citizens do not like to reveal their species to the office, and will often give a placeholder for the category. While this is understandable, it is very likely that the records show a significantly higher population of non-hybrid humans on the Server than there really are.

While this stint of volunteer work has been helpful to both new Citizens as well as the orientation services workers, the real reason that the staff of The Overseer has been present here is due to the requirement to perform 200 hours of community service, in addition to cleaning up the mess they had made in preparation for MCC. While Hermitcraft does not operate on having a department to handle misconduct and will not do so in the future, the majority of the shop owners in The Shopping District had come to the conclusion that The Overseer staff should compensate the Server for the disruptive and rampageous mess leading up to MCC. This had resulted in almost all of the shops in the district having their wares recklessly broken and workspaces cluttered and trashed. The Overseer staff had agreed to clean and volunteer on the condition that they all receive very high discounts at all of the shops that had been affected by the MCC carousing.

Due to the staff dividing their time doing administrative work outside of the office, the newspapers over the past few weeks have been noticeably thinner. Someone attempted to ask the rats to take over some of the articles for them to no avail, as the rats would rather spend their time ordering and eating pizza and playing cards with each other than fill in for the writers and editors of the newspaper. The cats, on the other hand, have been given automatic pet feeding bowls and water dispensers, as well as having a staff member come in every few days to clean their litter boxes. They have also figured out how to turn on the large printer in order to preserve their favorite sunning spot.

This month marks the fifth month that The Overseer has been an active organization, and next week, staff members state that they will be able to celebrate sitting at the “Big Kids Table” upon reaching their twenty-first issue. Our staff hopes that you have had a very entertaining and relaxing week and would like to thank everyone who has been supporting and reading the newspaper.

Affiliate Summaries

by Roo (Not Pearl)

GoodTimesWithScar: When not running a theme park, being a master door, or decreasing the local horse population from the skies (in disguise), Scar is well known to ordain horse marriages and divorces.

Grian: The realistic Mumbo has spread. Quick, become bird scientists.

Joe Hills: (McJoenalds) Joe Hills?

Pearlescentmoon: I hope I'm invited to Soup Group Saturday.

Weather Report

By Lydia

Temperatures are represented using Celsius. Sorry, Americans!

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 24 degrees and a low of 12 degrees. Skies will be stormy throughout the entire day and clear up during the early evening hours.

Thursday: Temperatures will reach a high of 40 degrees and a low of 31 degrees. Skies will be partly cloudy with high winds.

Friday: Temperatures will reach a high of 43 degrees and a low of 32 degrees. Skies will be clear throughout the day and evening.

Saturday: Temperatures will reach a high of 44 degrees and a low of 32 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy throughout the day but clear up during the afternoon.

Sunday: Temperatures will reach a high of 40 degrees and a low of 29 degrees. Skies will stay clear throughout the morning and become cloudy during the afternoon.

Monday: Temperatures will reach a high of 45 degrees and a low of 32 degrees. Skies will be clear throughout the entire day.

Tuesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 44 degrees and a low of 30 degrees. Skies will be rainy throughout most of the day.

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 42 degrees and a low of 28 degrees. Skies will be cloudy throughout the day with a high chance of scattered showers throughout the morning.

Astrology Corner: Haiku Scopes

By Corundumcat

Have you been feeling without guidance? Do you look at your birthday, look up your star sign, and wonder, “Will I feel like Haikuing?” “Am I going to embrace my inner Joe Hills?” Don’t worry, here at The Overseer, we can help you.*

Aries:

Single testament,  shall a relax, enjoy help in spite of the the

Taurus:

Freezing eventide then a ready, dry pen runs after the dolphin

Gemini:

Tedious fountain A mad, elephant sneers betrayed by the salt

Cancer:

Baking christmastide A british, cute lion stings into the turtle

Leo:

Semiarid leap A fallow, playful deer feeds under the giraffe

Virgo:

Ungroomed wintertime An old, keen crocodile flies in spite of the queen

Libra:

Snow-white aurora A little, fine biscuit feeds whilst watching the friend

Scorpio:

Covered eventide A big, intense shark waddles at the perfect salt

Sagittarius:

Glorious leaping An intimate, dry friend barks by the flamingo

Capricorn:

Wooded damp hillside A frightened, spruce rabbit looks in spite of the stone

Aquarius:

Breezy summertime A female, gorgeous deer stings enjoying the rat

Pisces: 

Magical winter A normal, loathsome rat sneers hippopotamus

All star signs:

Sandy dunes sand dunes A nocturnal dunes paddles at the perfect dunes

*Ignore how blatantly specific these are. Nothing bad will happen to you. 

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at lostandfound@thehermitnews.org*. Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash if not picked up after two weeks. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1: A french horn This french horn was found outside of Joe Hills’ pinball machine and appears to have been there for quite a long time. It was found covered in table salt.

Item 2: A box of refrigerator magnets This box contains magnets depicting various postage stamps from different locations around Canada and South America in no particular order. They appear to be newly made and were found in a small wooden box painted to look like a sunset.

Item 3: A hobby horse This hobby horse is made entirely out of wood, with the head carved in the style of a chess knight. It was found several blocks away from Cub’s museum and has various numbers and letters written on it, presumably those of chess board tiles.

Item 4: A rubber band ball This rubber band ball is quite large, with a diameter of 5 inches. The rubber bands vary in size and color and appear to have been accumulated over several months.

Item 5: An apron that says, “World’s Worst Cook” While we cannot speculate on who would accurately fit its description, this newly made apron was found hanging up near the entrance to The Shopping District. It is white with bold, black lettering in Comic Sans font.

Item 6: A series of colorful tote bags These bags were found near Gem’s Elven Village and depict various types of fruit drawn in a cartoon style over pastel backgrounds. They appear to be made only about a week and a half ago.

Item 7: Two Lime Shulker Boxes The first box contains dragon eggs painted to resemble dragon fruits. The second box contains several realistic cakes created and decorated in the style of life-sized dragon eggs. They are made in the flavor red velvet and vanilla ice cream. Both of their respective items are very nicely detailed.

Note: Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash Trade if not picked up after two weeks

Fun and Games

This week's fun and games are brought to you once again by Lydia and Azure!

Word Search and Crossword by Lydia

Brain Teasers by Azure

And that's all for this week! Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful week!

[brookston]

Holidays 5.24

Holidays

Aviation Maintenance Technician Day

Battle of Pichincha Day (Ecuador)

Bermuda Day [if weekend, nearest weekday]

Blink 182 Day

Brooklyn Bridge Day

Brother's Day

Camping with Barry White Day (David Letterman)

Carb Day

Culture and Literacy Day (Bulgaria)

Cuti Bersama (Indonesia)

Day for the Naming of Rocks and Planets

Duck Day (French Republic)

Dylan Day (a.k.a. Bob Dylan Day)

Empire Day (British Empire; Pre-1930s)

European Day of Parks

Eurovision Song Contest Day

First Responders Appreciation Day (Ohio)

International Clown Day

International Day Against Epilepsy

International Tiara Day

International Women’s Day for Peace & Disarmament

Little Lamb Day

Long Snapper Appreciation Day

Lubiri Memorial Day (Uganda)

Morse Code Day

National Aviation Maintenance Tech Day

National Beautiful Girls Day

National Blue Badge ay of Action (UK)

National Caterers Appreciation Day

National DevOps Day

National DILF Day

National Emergency Medical Services Recognition Day

National Mike Day

National Poppy Day

National Road Trip Day

National Schizophrenia & Psychosis Awareness Day (Canada)

National Telegram Day (Utrean Empire)

National Work From Home Day

National Wyoming Day

Night Baseball Day

Pansexual and Panromantic Awareness and Visibility Day

Parking Meter Day

Play Kick the Can With A Kid Day

Public Garage Day

Sara the Black's Day (Gypsy)

Scavenger Hunt Day

Sinking of the Bismarck Day

Slavonic Enlighteners' Day (Macedonia)

Slavonic Literature and Culture Day (Russia)

Vala Asteroid Day

What Hath God Wrought Day (Morse Code)

World Product Day

World Schizophrenia Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Asparagus Day

Endless Breakfast Day (Denny’s)

Judgment of Paris Day

National Coffee Day (Brazil)

National Escargot Day

National Lamb Day (New Zealand)

National Schlumpia Day

Yucatan Shrimp Day

Independence & Related Days

Commonwealth Day (Belize, Lesotho)

Ecuador (from Spain, 1822)

Eritrea (from Ethiopia, 1993)

Nueva Vizcaya Day (Philippines)

Orange Free State (Annexed by UK; 1900)

4th Friday in May

Ascension Friday (Belgium)

Don't Fry Day [Friday before Memorial Day]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Heat Safety Awareness Day [4th Friday]

National Cooler Day [Friday before Memorial Day]

National Death Busters Day [Friday before Memorial Day]

National Polka Festival begins [Friday before Memorial Day]

National Road Trip Day [Friday before Memorial Day]

National Wig Out Day [Friday before Memorial Day]

Title Track Day [4th Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 24 (3rd Full Week)

National Polka Weekend (Ennis, Texas) [thru 5.26] (Memorial Day Weekend)

Old Time Player Piano Weekend (thru 5.26) [Memorial Day Weekend]

Festivals Beginning May 24, 2024

Arcadia Broiler Dairy Days (Arcadia, Wisconsin) [thru 5.26]

Bath Fringe Festival (Bath, UK) [thru 6.9]

Nattjazz [Bergen International Jazz Festival] (Bergen, Norway) [thru 6.1]

Blue Crab Festival (Palatka, Florida) [thru 5.26]

Blues, Brews, and BBQ (Beaver Creek, Colorado) [thru 5.26]

BottleRock Napa Valley Music & Food Festival (Napa, California) [thru 5.26]

California Roots Music and Arts Festival (Monterey, California) [thru 5.26]

Cannon River Rendezvous (Cannon Falls, Minnesota) [thru 5.27]

Carassauga Festival (Mississauga, Canada) [thru 5.26]

Comicpalooza (Houston, Texas) [thru 5.26]

ConFuzzled (Birmingham, United Kingdom) [thru 5.26]

Feast of the Flowering Moon (Chillicothe, Ohio) [thru 5.26]

Fredericksburg Crawfish Festival (Fredericksburg, Texas) [thru 5.26]

Garden Grove Strawberry Festival (Garden Grove, California) [thru 5.27]

Jambalaya Festival (Gonzales, Louisiana) [thru 5.26]

Marcon [Multiple Alternative Realities Convention] (Columbus, Ohio) [thru 5.26

MCM London Comic Con (London, United Kingdom) [thru 5.26]

Moonshine Festival (New Straitsville, Ohio) [thru 5.27]

Morgan Hill Mushroom Mardi Gras Festival (Morgan Hill, California) [thru 5.26]

Mudbug Madness 39 (Shreveport, Louisiana) [thru 5.26]

Newport Beach Wine Festival (Newport Beach, California) [thru 5.26]

Northwest Folklife Festival (Seattle, Washington) [thru 5.27]

Orlando Carnival Downtown (Orlando, Florida) [thru 5.26]

Phoenix Fan Fusion (Phoenix, Arizona) [thru 5.26]

Portland Rose Festival (Portland, Oregon) [thru 6.9]

Scandinavian Heritage Festival (Ephraim, Utah) [thru 5.25]

Vivid Sydney (Sydney, Australia) [thru 6.15]

Worlds Largest Brat Fest (Madison, Wisconsin) [thru 5.26]

ZestFest (Fort Worth, Texas) [thru 5.26]

Feast Days

Aldersgate Day (a.k.a. Wesley Day; Methodism)

Alexei Savrasov (Artology)

Anna Pak Agi (Christian; One of The Korean Martyrs)

Barinthus (Celtic Book of Days)

Brigantia Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Carmine Infantino (Artology)

David I of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Day of the Horae (Pagan)

Donatian and Rogatian (Christian; Saint)

Emanuel Leutze (Artology)

Feast of Artemis (Ancient Greece)

Feast of Hermes Trismegistus (Patron of Alchemy)

Henri Michaux (Artology)

Jackson Kemper (Episcopal Church)

St. Jerome (Positivist; Saint)

Joanna (Christian; Saint)

John de Prado (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Brodsky (Writerism)

Mary, Help of Christians (Christian; Saint)

Michael Chabon (Writerism)

Mollusc Day (Pastafarian)

The Mothers (Celtic Prosperity Festival)

Nicetas of Pereaslav (Christian; Martyr)

Philip Pearlstein (Artology)

Pontormo (a.k.a. Jacopo da Pontormo; Artology)

Sacred Furrow Day (Cambodia; Everyday Wicca)

Saints Cyril and Methodius’ Day (Macedonia)

Sam the Robot (Muppetism)

Sarah the Black (celebrated by the Romani people of Camargue; Christian; Saint)

Victory Over the U.S. Day (Church of the SubGenius; Canada)

Vincent of Lérins (Christian; Saint)

William Trevor (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

A Good Day for Love (The Book of Days)

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because I danced ‘cause I wanted to. I left my friends behind, because my friends didn't dance and since they didn't dance, they were no friends of mine.)

Premieres

Backdraft (Film; 1991)

Beep, Beep (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Before Midnight (Film; 2013)

Bluebeard’s Castle, by Bela Bartok (Opera; 1918)

Booksmart (Film; 2019)

Braveheart (Film; 1995)

The Day After Tomorrow (Film; 2004)

Diamond Dogs, by David Bowie (Album; 1974)

Drop Dead Fred (Film; 1991)

Epic (Animated Film; 2013)

Fast & Furious 6 (Film; 2013) [F&F #6]

Faust, selected scenes, by Goethe (Play; 1819)

The Golden Hen (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1946)

Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn (Novel; 2012)

Gravity’s Rainbow, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1993)

Hollywood Steps Out (WB MM Cartoon; 1941)

Hudson Hawk (Film; 1991)

An Inconvenient Truth (Documentary Film; 2006)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (Film; 1989)

Jumpin’ Jack Flash, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1968)

Le Pig-Al Patrol (The Inspector; 1967)

Mission: Impossible 2 (Film; 2000)

Onion Pacific (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

The Riddle-Master of Hed, by Patricia A. McKillip (Novel; 1976)

1776, by David McCullough (Book; 2005)

The Source, by James A. Michener (Historical Novel; 1965)

Spirit (Animated Film; 2002)

Spy Hard (Film; 1996)

Sugar, Sugar, by The Archies (Song; 1969)

Symphony No. 2 in Eb Major, by Edward Elgar (Symphony; 1911)

Thelma & Louise (Film; 1991)

Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (Film; 1974)

Truth or Dare (Documentary Film; 1991)

A View to a Kill (Film; 1985) [James Bond #14]

Welcome to the Dollhouse (Film; 1996)

Today’s Name Days

Dagmar, Esther (Austria)

Filip, Ivana, Šimun (Croatia)

Jana (Czech Republic)

Esther (Denmark)

Alar, Alari, Allar, Aller (Estonia)

Touko, Tuukka (Finland)

Donatien (France)

Dagmar, Esther (Germany)

Markiani, Palladia, Photini (Greece)

Eliza, Eszter (Hungary)

Amalia, Maria (Italy)

Agate, Anšlavs, Estere, Ilvija, Marlena, Ziedone (Latvia)

Gerardas, Gina, Vilmantas (Lithuania)

Ester, Iris (Norway)

Cieszysława, Estera, Jan, Joanna, Maria, Mokij, Wincenty, Zula, Zuzanna (Poland)

Simeon (România)

Ela (Slovakia)

Auxiliadora, Auxilio, María, Susana (Spain)

Ivan, Vanja (Sweden)

Christian (Ukraine)

Chelsea, Chelsey, Chelsie, Landon (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 145 of 2024; 221 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 21 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 13 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 17 (Wu-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 16 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 16 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 25 Magenta; Foursday [25 of 30]

Julian: 11 May 2024

Moon: 99%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 4 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Jerome]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 67 of 92)

Week: 3rd Full Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 4 of 31)

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B5R4: The Lonely

Eleanor Rigby:

Elsa's Song:

Lyrics below the line!

Eleanor Rigby:

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church Where the wedding has been lives in a dream Wait's at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in A jar by the door who is it for?

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

Father Mackenziе Writing the words of a sermon That no one will hеar no one comes near Look at him working Darning his socks in the night When there's nobody there what does he care?

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

All the lonely people (All the lonely people) All the lonely people (All the lonely people) All the lonely people (All the lonely people)

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was Buried along with her name nobody came Father Mackenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as He walks from the grave no one was saved

All the lonely people all the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people) (Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Elsa's Song:

I can hear the cannons calling as though across a dream And I can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam And like flowers, the bodies tumble around this muddied lot I cannot hear them scream, "Forget me not"

Your voice, it carries over the hubbub and the hum And it paints the sky and circles high like the beating of a drum You will scream, "I won't forget you, " but I'll cover my cold ears It cannot be a lie if no one hears

'Cause although you say good day to me, I know I don't belong And although you hold my hand and say, "I love you, " you are wrong Because love does not exist here, in this garden, there's no feeling And you say the words so often that I barely know the meaning And when all the flowers are rotten and all the cannons shot I'll scream, but you won't hear, "Forget me not"

And in years to come, you'll wander to the place up on our hill And then you'll cry to our painted sky, "I loved him then, I love him still!" And you'll strew some sage and lilies and roses where I rot Of all the flowers you picked, I knew you would forget Forget-me-nots