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juniperss · 10 months ago

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Paintings and Daydreams

A/N: ummm look at me coming out of writing retirement to write this little ficlet for my new Lackadaisy OC, Penelope that @libras-interactives wanted me to write....featuring Maeve. This is set in the same universe as Under the Devil's Moon but these two OCs aren't in the fic.

Characters: Penny (OC), Maeve (OC) Content warnings for hints of neglectful childhood, childhood poverty, and trauma surrounding food and money insecurity. Word count: 1,236 Translations: A Chara: Means 'friend', A stór: "my treasure"

Penelope leaned back on her stool, forcing her to gaze at the painting in a different perspective while at the same time straightening the length of her spine. The tension she had been holding in her shoulders dropping away and each vertebrae of her spine releasing with a satisfying crack. It had gotten dark outside again while she'd been working but she couldn't remember how long ago that was. Only that it had happened twice which meant that she'd been in her apartment for at least two days now with the painting in front of her with minimal breaks. Not that she minded much save for the familiar ache in her fingers now causing her to flex them one by one.

The painting was coming together well; a picnic scene filled with greens of trees and grassy knolls, the blues of the spring sky and a glistening pond, and the blushes and purples of new flowers. She hadn't been hired for this one that much was clear by two simple facts. The first being that it was done completely in watercolor, not a style that brought in many customers, and two being that it wasn't a portrait. Most people who sought Penelope Thompson out were interested in pictures of themselves or their loved ones to hang in their homes.

This painting was for herself, at least as far as she was concerned, and would only be seen by a handful of people unless Mitzi convinced her otherwise. It was born from another storm of anxiety that seized her chest in a grip so strong she felt as though her ribs were going to crack.

Her anxiety got worse when the weather changed drastically; memories of a childhood were survival depended solely on the kindness of nature, of legs pulled tight to her chest trying to keep heat trapped as best she could during a winter snowfall, memories of cool fingertips pressing themselves to her burning forehead under the suffocating weight of the summer sun.

She had lain in bed for hours trying to breathe her way to peace before throwing the covers from herself and blindly making her to way to a blank canvas. Telling herself over and over that the rabbit trapped in her chest was being silly, that wasn't the same little girl living in the drafty shed of a house with no meals guaranteed. No, she was an artist now, doing well enough that she could paint as she pleased and teach when she needed.

Though that didn't stop her from hoarding non-perishable good or from keeping money stashed away for a rainy day.

Rap, rap, rap!

Knuckles against the door startled Penelope out of her thoughts and sent her jumping, long legs kicking out directly in front of her and her arms swinging in wild circles and in the process connecting with the glass bottles holding her brushes and the cup of grey paint water.

"Penny! I know you're in there, I can see your shadow," a voice called through wood breaking off momentarily before adding, "and you wouldn't be anywhere else." Penelope knew it was Maeve. She'd know it was her even if her friend hadn't spoken. Mae was one of the small number of people who knew where she lived and one of the smaller number of people who would bother coming to get her in the first place.

Penelope's long legs carried her to the front door and opened it to reveal the smiling and ever friendly face of Maeve O'Connor. Penny was taller than most people, all legs and arms, but the size difference between herself and Maeve was comically apparent.

“There ya are. Comin’ outta the dark like a ghost.”

Mae’s accent was more noticeable after a long day of working at the bakery and Penny wanted to wrap herself up in her friend’s voice like a warm blanket. Maeve had a way of pulling the darkness away, illuminating everything that might seem so scary and too dour with the simple action of just being. It had taken Penelope months of interactions before she’d gain the courage to ask Maeve what she saw in her that made her stay when Mae was all the warmth, humor, and jovial spirit that anyone would need. And Mae had just laughed before answering: “Because my warmth is a fire I stoke constantly to stay burning without scorching others and yours is naturally bright and never violent, Pen. You don’t realize how comforting your presence is, how solid you are, do you?” The memory sat in her brain as though a spotlight was pointing directly to it. That’s when she had decided she’d always be as strong for Maeve as Maeve was for her.

“Earth to Penelope. Hey, you alright?”

Penelope blinked again and realizing that her friend must’ve been waiting for a response nodded absentmindedly. “Just a little tired, I’ve been painting.” Maeve snorted, tossing her head back slightly with a laugh. “You don’ say? I was wonderin’ why your blush was green.” With the grace of a ballerina and the familiar ease of someone who knew the layout of the home, Maeve weaved her way around Penny’s tall and wiry frame and into the apartment.

“Gree-” Penelope had just begun to form a question when Mae returned to her with a damp rag, handing it over before perching on the stool that had been Pen’s seat just a few moments ago.

“You’ve got paint on your cheek, A Chara. Well, you’ve got paint just about everywhere but that’s not important. Now hurry up and clean up! We’ve got to meet Mitzi at Lackadaisy!”

Maeve was right: there was paint everywhere and it took a good five minutes for Penelope to scrub her face, hands, and arms clean.

“The paintin’ is lovely, by the way. Especially this weird lil fella with the red eyes, he’s rather whimsical. Someone you know?” Penelope glanced up from fastening the buckles on her heels to admire the work that Maeve had just complimented. There were a few cats in the painting partaking in a variety of spring time activities, but the figure Mae pointed out was tucked off to the side, leaning up against a large oak tree watching the others. He was a strange individual by most standards and if it hadn’t been for Penelope’s careful work, Maeve doubted that she would have enjoyed looking at him for much time. But Penny had drawn him beautifully, giving his awkward form a whimsical and oddly endearing quality.

“No….no, he’s no one I’ve ever met…I..I dreamt of him actually.”

A hum escaped Maeve’s lips and she raised an eyebrow giving her expression a quizzical look. “A dream man, hmm?”

Penny, ignoring her friend, moved to stand next to her friend, holding out her arms and spinning, awaiting inspection and appraisal. “Beautiful, A stór. Now, let’s go!” Mae was always saying how beautiful Penelope was, even with the paint speckles, and over time she had begun to believe her friend. In spite of her big ears, triangular face, gangly body and overall awkward demeanor, Penny was content with the odd beauty that she possessed.

After all, an artist could find beauty in all things. She pulled the door closed behind her, casting one more look at the painting, before locking her apartment and linking her arm through Maeve’s. They were off to see Mitzi.

#oc: penny #lackadaisy oc #🏷️ my ocs #lackadaisy #my writing #🏷️ my writings #oc: maeve o'connor #oc: penny thompson #oc: Maeve O’Connor

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clangenlore · 9 months ago

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rookclan: in pursuit of knowledge

current leadership

lyrestar | 143 moons | shameless | beloved kitsitter

an eccentric old fellow, lyrestar is old as dirt and usually covered in the stuff to boot. his eyesight is failing and he's missing a few teeth, but by starclan he's not retiring yet! he was a bit of a casanova back in the day, siring litters with multiple she-cats before finally settling down with his current mate, a former kittypet named mae. he loves kits and can often be found playing with his great-grandkits in the nursery. not as technologically-minded, he prefers digging for grubs and gathering clay for pottery; his polydactyly makes his paws great shovels. his tail was burned in an accident when he was a young warrior, and since then the firekeepers have banned him from handling fire.

cherryhawk | 70 moons | responsible | great hunter & fast as the wind

cherryhawk is a very capable deputy, and at this point she's the leader of rookclan in all but name. her birth was a difficult one, leaving her without a tail and with a permanently weak leg, which she usually keeps wrapped in leaves to compress it. she earned the suffix -hawk in honor of her speed, which helped her catch and kill an actual hawk during her assessment. she likes to keep physically fit and often races her otterclan rival along the border. her level-headed nature makes her the ideal cat to curb her clanmates' reckless enthusiasm.

swanplume and finchbeak are rookclan's elder healers; they're littermates and, surprisingly, lyrestar's younger aunts. much like their nephew, they refuse to retire. they're meddlesome old she-cats and love to gossip and nag. both of them bear scars on their faces thanks to their job requiring close proximity to their clanmates' sometimes-explosive invention accidents. most of rookclan prefer swanplume to finchbeak, whose abrasive tongue makes for poor bedside manner.

yewberry is their much younger apprentice. his demeanor is much calmer and quieter than his denmates', though his tendency to stare at things no one else can see makes him somewhat intimidating. while all of rookclan let their curiosity guide them, yewberry's interest parallels his name: he cultivates toxic plants and experiments with them. he attempted to ingest small doses to try and make himself immune to his poisons, but his first attempt went wrong and cherryhawk forbade him from doing it again. so naturally he's continued doing it, just in secret, and much more carefully.

culture

inquisitive and innovative, rookclan cats are relentless in their pursuit of knowledge. thanks to their experiments and inventions, they're the most technologically-advanced of the clans, developing rudimentary tools, crude wheels, and even a simple written language of glyphs. what's more, rookclan cats have even managed to harness the power of fire. only specific cats are permitted to start fires, however; these cats, called firekeepers, undergo extensive training in order to control the flames. with this fire, rookclan is able to cook their prey, a practice the other clans find odd. dried minnows and smoked jerky are favorite rookclan snacks, often squirreled away in caches marked by stone cairns. another rookclan recipe involves mashing grubs and meat scraps, using bird eggs to bind them, forming them into small cakes, and frying them in fat.

because of their keen interest in learning, rookclan routinely hosts outsiders, engaging in fascinated conversation and exchanging knowledge. thanks to this, rookclan cats believe in a greater variety of gods, spirits, and superstitions; when you're playing with explosive compounds and hazardous materials, you'll take the help of anyone you can get.

rookclan actually has two camps, one on a grassy knoll overlooking a cliff that falls into a gorge, and another on the steep face of the cliff, accessed through a system of natural caves and cat-made tunnels. the primary camp on the surface is where the young and old live, as well as warriors assigned to routine patrols. the secondary camp on the cliff face is occupied by those performing dangerous experiments, using fire or sharp tools, or working with hazardous materials. this area wasn't always a camp, but became one to prevent inventors from falling asleep at their workbenches. the gorge below, meanwhile, is a dumping ground for human garbage, which rookclan cats love to collect and tinker with, if only to discover how these objects work.

#clangen lore #clangen #rookclan #why did i have to make lyrestar's design so complicated kjsfghfsdjk

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airlock · 1 year ago

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CYL8 Nerding - Internal Top 20 (Akaneia - Tellius)

I think I usually count to the top 25 but I forgot about that until the last moment this year, whops

anyway, here's this year's best voted within their own continuities -- for Akaneia, Valentia, Jugdral, Elibe, Magvel and Tellius. the remainder will be up on another post soon!

AKANEIA (previous winners: Marth) #1: Caeda (1542 votes) #2: Catria (979 votes) #3: akaneia!Tiki (752 votes; 1658 with TMS #FE!Tiki) #4: Minerva (585 votes) #5: Katarina (503 votes) #6: Palla (441 votes) #7: Navarre (421 votes) #8: Ogma (383 votes) #9: Merric (324 votes) #10: Linde (288 votes) #11: Clarisse (281 votes) #12: m!Kris (277 votes; 476 with f!Kris) #13: Camus (270 votes; 418 with Zeke, Sirius) #14: Gordin (252 votes) #15: Wrys (236 votes) #16: Jeorge (232 votes) #17: Xane (225 votes) #18: Aran (222 votes) #19: f!Kris (199 votes) #20: Michalis (192 votes)

VALENTIA (previous winners: Celica, Alm) #1: Berkut (1342 votes) #2: Catria (979 votes) #3: Delthea (508 votes) #4: Mae (472 votes) #5: Palla (441 votes) #6: Rinea (355 votes) #7: Faye (345 votes) #8: Clair (257 votes) #9: Kliff (251 votes) #10: Lukas (230 votes) #11: Genny (223 votes) #12: Python (216 votes) #13: Saber (199 votes) #14: Sonya (174 votes) #15: Jesse (167 votes) #16: Conrad (141 votes) #17: Leon (128 votes) #18: Mathilda (122 votes) #19: Gray (119 votes) #20: Silque (118 votes)

=JUGDRAL (previous winners: Seliph) #1: Sigurd (8058 votes) #2: Leif (5855 votes) #3: Finn (1245 votes) #4: Reinhardt (1242 votes) #5: Ayra (902 votes) #6: Julia (780 votes) #7: Ishtar (689 votes) #8: Arvis (583 votes) #9: Larcei (429 votes) #10: Eldigan (428 votes) #11: Mareeta (331 votes) #12: Linoan (323 votes) #13: Lachesis (295 votes) #14: Lewyn (293 votes) #15: Deirdre (275 votes) #16: Oifey (256 votes) #17: Homer (239 votes) #18: Ced (232 votes) #19: Olwen (230 votes) #20: Julius (222 votes)

ELIBE (previous winners: Lyn, Roy, Hector, Eliwood) #1: Lilina (2519 votes) #2: Sonia (2272 votes) #3: Nino (1769 votes) (nice) #4: Ninian (1218 votes) #5: Athos (630 votes) #6: Lloyd (558 votes) #7: Idunn (462 votes) #8: Fae (441 votes) #9: Sophia (380 votes) #10: Fir (371 votes) #11: Wolt (364 votes) #12: Florina (357 votes) #13: Lucius (326 votes) #14: Rutger, also Igrene (322 votes) #15: Matthew (307 votes) #16: Raven (262 votes) #17: Shanna (261 votes) #18: Nergal (255 votes) #19: Serra (244 votes) #20: Canas (243 votes)

MAGVEL (previous winners: Ephraim, Eirika) #1: Lyon (3475 votes) #2: L'Arachel (793 votes) #3: Seth (700 votes) #4: Marisa (611 votes) #5: Myrrh (597 votes) #6: Lute (567 votes) #7: Joshua (428 votes) #8: Garcia (356 votes) #9: Amelia (326 votes) #10: Franz (323 votes) #11: Tana (276 votes) #12: we die like Glen (246 votes) #13: we also die like Ismaire (234 votes) #14: Cormag (201 votes) #15: Forde (195 votes) #16: Innes (194 votes) #17: Moulder (177 votes) #18: Knoll (148 votes) #19: Ross (127 votes) #20: Valter (122 votes)

TELLIUS (previous winners: Ike, Micaiah, Soren) #1: Black Knight (5084 votes; 5831 with Zelgius) #2: Elincia (3533 votes) #3: Mia (2637 votes) #4: Nephenee (1548 votes) #5: Stefan (913 votes) #6: Altina (773 votes) #7: Zelgius (747 votes) #8: Tormod (739 votes) #9: Ranulf (709 votes) #10: Edward (660 votes) #11: Mist (621 votes) #12: Titania (530 votes) #13: Volug (482 votes) #14: Tibarn (469 votes) (nice) #15: Boyd (418 votes) #16: Shinon (411 votes) #17: Sothe (392 votes) #18: Ilyana (369 votes) (nice) #19: Sanaki (353 votes) #20: Leonardo (350 votes)

#cyl nerding

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 2 years ago

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Well, I just spent a few hours on this. Thanks, ADHD Hyperfixations. Anyways, here’s the general ages I came up with for the Three Frats AU relative to the 3H cast’s ages in the academy phase. Some are canon, others are modified canon, and others are straight up vibe guesses. I didn’t include any of the shapeshifters on here since they’re up in the air.

31+ - Vaida, Renault, Saber, Valbar, Gregor, Basilio, Flavia, Volke, Reina, Yukimura, Shura, Gilliam, basically anyone old enough to have their own kids or just obviously older than 30 something 30 - Arvis, Uther, Oswin, Hawkeye, Deen, Miriel, Libra, Shinon, Azama, Arthur (Fates) 29 - Aida, Pent, Louise, Dorcas, Isadora, Harken, Karla, Zeke, Stefan, Izana, Emmeryn, Gerik, Tethys 28 - Claud, Bartre, Natalie, Mathilda, Kamui, Fredrick, Virion, Sigrun, Gatrie, Xander, Saizo 27 - Beowulf, Lucius, Canas, Farina, Legault, Clive, Robin, Say'ri, Bastian, Heather, Tanith, Ryoma, Kagero, Scarlet, Glen (FE8) 26 - Balthus, Arden, Hector, Rath, Leila, Geitz, Karel, Lloyd, Linus, Sully, Cordelia, Kellam, Lon'qu, Calil, Rhys, Camilla, Orochi, Setsuna, Niles, Nyx, Benny 25 - Sigurd, Eldigan, Quan, Naoise, Ayra, Lewyn, Chulainn, Eliwood, Kent, Raven, Matthew, Dart, Fiora, Python, Forsyth, Sonia, Chrom, Vaike, Stahl, Cherche, Zihark, Lucia, Hinoka, Beruka, Peri, Joshua, Saleh, Cormag 24 - Edain, Brigid, Alec, Jamke, Lex, Sain, Lowen, Lukas, Leon, Jesse, Sumia, Gaius, Tharja, Geoffrey, Oscar, Jakob, Effie, Charlotte, Seth 23 - Deirdre, Tailitu, Azelle, Midir, Erinys, Wil, Heath, Ursula, Palla, Maribelle, Olivia, Henry, Kieran, Makalov, Kaze, Azura, Natasha, Glenn (3H), Rennac 22 - Mercedes, Lachesis, Lyn, Florina, Luthier, Lissa, Aran, Nephenee, Felicia, Flora, Rinkah, Silas, Syrene 21 - Jeritza, Byleth, Sylvia, Serra, Erk, Priscilla, Tatiana, Conrad, Ricken, Elincia, Marcia, Astrid, Boyd, Leo, Takumi, Oboro, Hinata, Artur, L'Arachel 20 - Hubert, Hapi, Catria, Atlas, Ike, Fiona, Jill, Mia, Lute, Innes, Knoll 19 - Sylvain, Yuri, Leonie, Finn, Dew, Guy, Rebecca, Silque, Berkut, Rinea, Fernand, Donnel, Pelleas, Ilyana, Tormod, Hana, Subaki, Mozu, Erika, Ephraim, Colm, Niemi, Forde, Kyle, Lyon 18 - Dorothea, Dedue, Raphael, Lorenz, Hilda, Constance, Monica, Jaffar, Gray, Faye, Clair, Mist, Soren, Hayato, Vanessa, Tana 17 - Edie, Dimi, Claude, Bernie, Ferdie, Felix, Ingrid, Marianne, Ignatz, Alm, Tobin, Celica, Mae, Sothe, Laura, Sakura, Elise 16 - Caspar, Linhardt, Ashe, Annette, Nino, Est, Boey, Genny, Leonardo, Meg, Ross 15 - Lysithea, Petra, Kliff, Edward, Franz 14 - Cyril, Oifey, Amelia, Ewan 13 - Delthea, Sanaki, Shannan

You entering a trace and emerging with an age list of (I presume) every FE that you’ve ever played. It happens. I get it. (I do have to point out that Saizo and Kaze are twins, so maybe we split the difference on their estimates? 25? 26?)

Mostly however I am going to be thinking about the 13-year-olds tier. There is such powerful energy there. I don’t know what’s going to happen if you put the three of them in the same room, but I know it will be happening, and there is no force on all the continents that could stop them if they put their mind to something.

#submission #three frat houses au

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sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe · 2 years ago

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gaelic storms and lightning shaped like a wave hello

‘let them renounce their power, and we will not blame them their inheritance’

‘but should the children of kings uphold their titles’

‘they are then responsible for the blood spilt to write them’

a paraphrase, for a sentiment i have carried with me since i first laid eyes on it

it wormed its way down my throat, parasitic, declares propaganda in thick, decisive letters

(symbiotic, offers a bolt of fire, threaded around my heart since i’ve been able lose arguments)

still, can this truly be encouraged? this joy, jubilation?

upon the death of a ruler, a position of power over countries so often distal

a non-citizen with accepted veto power on their human rights

still, but still beg morals that i never really worked out the backbone for

that was a person, with a life, impacts on other people

(was a person, they whisper, and it echoes down my spine like gospel)

no great sleep is lost, for the pain of her reign was felt by many

(and documented better)

but does this cheer belong to me?

my ancestors, perhaps. my distant contemporaries, certainly, but still…

there is graffiti grinding against my lungs, painted in wet cement

its artists had novice hands, but their medium was not without strengths

and even in cauterized certainty, wounds that have been sealed several times over

scar tissue brandished, branded like armor

(name it what you must before they get a chance to correct you)

sympathized joy has no lesser value than its brother

but is this frisson caused by that sibling? some combination? does it matter?

(you are a child of absent homeland, but a child nonetheless)

those isles lay across a distant ocean, and never have i called them home

but there is blood under my caked muscles

that sings of emerald fields and cobbled streets

of pride and bloodstained teeth and dance done in desperation, in defiance

there is awe, respect, for a strain of a virus, coiled around their home

a people in refusal to fake sympathy for the symbol of their denied independence

for the symbol of raided arts, colonies under chokeholds, poverty dehumanized

from the comfort of million euro estates

this is not the first time a placeholder of power has toppled

when the opportunity of change is not assured

but so much closer than any had hoped of it

this is not the first people i couldn’t not cheer on from time zones between us

not the first time pride and excitement came in sympathy

disregarding the distance, though aware of

but it is the first one i almost belongedabandonedsmiletowardsfractionedbetween

sympathetic emotion is no less potent

it is bridge between human experience

but my empathy is quite insistent on unfolding itself on this grinning knoll

stolen valor, spits doubt, fueled by observed grief and whatever restraint it can twist beneath it

(eat mae ass, call Irish ancestors, reaching towards high shelves, in honor of the occasion)

#queen elizabeth #ireland #ukpol #recent events #poetry #wanted to make sure anybody could filter this out accordingly #so yeah. this crawled out of my itching fingers #haven't been able to write for two days straight #one of those days being thursday sept. 8 #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #this may or may not have glaring grammatical and spelling issues #but the only editor between my heretical fingers and your burning eyes is my restraint #which has taken the night off for medical reasons #so it's you and me boys #come sempre a te

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pangtasias-atelier · 5 years ago

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Who are you favorite FE ships across the series? No rules, just any and all kinds of FE ships.

I honestly can't remember much of ships throughout the series lol. Also, looking back on these, I know which are from when I still denied being gay and those ships are way straighter lmao. A lot of these are moreso nostalgic and not ones I really love anymore (still like though)

* are favorite

Archanea:

Marth/Caeda

Merric/Linde

Abel/Est*

Wolf/M!kris*

Sirius/m!kris

Valentia:

Atlas/Luthier

Alm/Celica

Boey/Mae

Jugdral:

Azelle/Tailtiu*

Elibe:

Eliwood/Hector*

Lyn/Rath*

Nino/Jaffar*

Heath/Priscilla

Erk/Serra

Lucius/Raven

Magvel:

Knoll/Natasha*

Cormag/Tana*

Eirika/Tana

Cormag/Artur

Tellius:

Soren/Skrimir*

Leanne/Elincia*

Ike/Ranulf

Fiona/Meg

Heather/Nephenee

Sigrun/Tanith

Nailah/Rafiel

Tormod/Sanaki

Awakening:

M!Robin/Frederick*

Fates:

Kaden/Keaton*

Kaden/Corrin/Keaton*

Corrin/Saizo*

Corrin/Silas

Corrin/Kaze

Corrin/Jakob

Three Houses:

M!Byleth/Seteth*

Claude/m!Byleth/Dimitri

Accidentally posted this early lol

#asks

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field-and-foxglove · 4 years ago

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(via Halfway up Maes Knoll | Sarah Connolly | Flickr)

#Maes Knoll #Somerset #iron age #countryside #hill fort

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moss2021ukliving · 3 years ago

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Today’s Country walk was The Chew River Circular, to see some stone circles, and we added a very interesting side shot up to the Maes Knoll Tump. (What’s a “tump”, you ask?! Stay tuned!!). Again we were only a 30- min car ride south of Bristol. Come follow along….

Stone (train) bridge across The Chew River at the start, called the Pensford Viaduct.

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bdscuatui · 5 years ago

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cerastes · 7 years ago

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the-foley-knoll-horror: What's up with her and Kintoki anyway

Legend tells of the child Kintaro who was raised by a mountain hag in Mount Ashigara. The child, who was brave and had superhuman strength, caught Shuten-douji, one of the Three Great Evil Youkai alongside Tamamo-no-Mae and Emperor Sutoku. His strength impressed the samurai Minamoto no Yoritmitsu, who took him in as a retainer and trained him in the martial arts, where Kintaro changed his name to Sakata no Kintoki. Eventually, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Kintoki, and Yorimitsu’s Four Braves (his four most trusted and strongest retainers) formed a punitive squad to go end Shuten-douji once and for all after his latest rampage. Yorimitsu poisoned and beheaded Shuten, and buried his head on the side of the road back home.

In F/GO, Shuten’s a girl, Kintoki was apparently infatuated with her, and apparently he was the one to kill her. I am not too sure on the Fate end of things, a Hopeboy with more Fate knowledge than me please take it from here.

#the foley knoll horror

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Recueillement

Nothing could ruin this fine summer day. It was noon in a city with a name long since forgotten, on a planet called earth or reminiscent of earth. High above the main thoroughfare, in a large house in the upper-class district a young girl was thinking that. Out her window was a perfectly blue sky with a few fluffy clouds and a cool breeze coming off the shore to the west. She was reading something, half-reading and half-looking she couldn’t recall now. Recollection of her old life would become a wistful memory. Her new life was going to begin very soon and it would begin on this fine summer day.

Inside the large house, her father sat in his study. He was banker, and this room is where he spent most of his time. He would sit behind a green lamp with a large coffee cup, hot and steaming vapor curling upwards to mingle with the smoke of his ever-lit pipe that she always thought smelled something like blueberries. He would sit and pore over reports or receipts or some such thing while she would sit in one of the over-stuffed chairs in the corner of the room and read from the study’s immense bookcase until her father would shoo her out to go play outside or to go help her mother.

Outside on the patio, her mother was tending to the rose garden. She could see from her window, her mother on the patio and behind her the rolling green hills that extended from the house all the way toward the coast. She could just make out the horizon, all blue-green colors of the sea. Old man Galthston, their neighbor, spoke to her mother over the hedges. They talked about the weather or events at the capital or of his reminisces of his time in the war. A war that continues to this day.

A car, all black and shiny chrome quietly pulled up along the winding driveway toward the house. Her mother and Old Man Galsthon didn't seem to notice it yet. The girl threw down the book and ran downstairs to get a better view. Peeking through the blinds from the downstairs living room window, she saw two men dressed in black suits and coats get out and start up the walkway towards the house. A third, dressed identically, stayed by the car and seemed to stare at nothing from behind dark glasses.

A hand on her shoulder startled her. She jumped and made a noise but it was her father, who simply leaned down and said "Eveline, please go upstairs." The sternness in his voice brooked no argument, and worried her besides. His usual jovial attitude had disappeared and the way he carried himself when he went to open the door implied complete seriousness, tension even. She hurried upstairs but of course, being twelve years old, went to her hiding place in an upstairs closet where she could eavesdrop. There was a hole there, half hidden by a ledge that her parents had not noticed. Through it, she could see most of the living room and some of the dining room. Sometimes she would lay there after her parents thought she was asleep and listen to her father tell her mother stories about his work at the bank. She took her place at the hidden spot just in time to see the front door open.

"Eustis residence?" The two men entered. one thin, with a black mustache and a rather pointed chin. The other had a pleasant face but forgettable. He said nothing and stayed near the door as the other advanced into the living room with a quick boldness that only came from someone who was comfortable in their position, and had been in it a long while. "You are Jean Eustis?"

"Yes, I am. Please, sit-"

"I will remain standing, thank you"

Evaline knew these men. Not specifically, but knew of their position. She had seen others of them sometimes at her father's bank, there were always three of them and they always wore the black overcoats. They were voyant, The royal Overseers. It was not for her to understand what they did or what they represented, but if their presence worried her father it worried her as well.

"Mr. Eustis I am here representing the Emperuer and his Magistrat. You and the financial institution you manage have been very influential in matters concerning our neighbors to the West. I want to congratulate you. However, as you may know, all is not well between our two countries."

Her father shot a quick look toward her mother, who remained expressionless and tight-lipped. It was hardly perceptible, and Evaline almost missed it. She didn't think the Mustache Man noticed, though. "Thank you. Yes, I had heard that negotiations were crumbling...it seems tension along the border grows by the day."

His heavy-booted feet clicked on the hard wooden floor as Mustache Man began to pace the living room. "It’s worse than that I'm afraid, negotiations have not only crumbled but failed altogether. They have taken our lead ambassador hostage and offered us an ultimatum: the immediate cessation and removal of our forces in the gray lands to the North, or they will attack our coastal cities. Which is why I-"

-click-

Evaline tried to stifle her gasp, but it was too late. The small ledge she had been resting upon gave way under her weight and had broken off. She hurriedly tried to put it back into place as best she could as she heard her father excuse himself from the conversation and start up the stairs. She backed out of the closet, careful not to disturb anything else as she made her way out. Now she just had to shut the door silently. If she was lucky she could make it appear as if-

"Evaline" too late again. Her hand was still on the closet door handle as her father stood at the top of the stairs. "Go outside and play with Mae. Your mother and I will talk to you later."

If Evaline thought her father's expression was stern before, it was more so now. Frightened, she rushed past him and took the stairs two at a time -careful to avoid being seen by anyone in the living room- and nearly flew out the back door.

In that moment, crossing the threshold, she felt free. More free than she would ever feel. She ran across the grassy field that was her backyard, at home among the poinsettias and iris flowers that swayed carefree in the sea-breeze. Evaline ran. She ran from the adult world that she had tried to stick her nose in. Despite that, she couldn't help but feel like she would be there soon. It was a world more complicated than she could hope to imagine. She ran until she stood at the edge of her parent's property, on a cliff overlooking the sea to the south. All she saw was unending blue, with seabirds squawking overhead. How silly she must seem to them, a creature bound to the earth with no ability to soar above waves. They were the very essence of freedom, she thought. Someday, I'll soar above the waves too.

She doubled back toward the house, leaving the pristine waves and troubled blue sky behind. Her friend from school, Mae lived a short bike ride away. Evaline set out along the dirt path, lined by birch and silver furs. She felt at home here, riding alone to the arboreal symphony of leaves rustling, birds calling and insects buzzing. She always felt as if she had a special connection to the earth, and all life living upon it. She had recently come to realize the implications of the constant skirmish that her country of Nentoivese had with the neighboring Shah'ra. She shuddered to think of a land much like her own, cratered and blackened by bombs and weapons created for the express purpose of ending life. It was something she could never understand and vowed she would try to stop it somehow, someday if she could.

After a while, she rounded a corner and through a small copse of firs, spied Mae sitting on the low brick wall surrounding her home. "Mae!" She called out as she rode up. "Hey Evaline."

"What are you doing out here?"

"My parents are arguing again. Seems pretty serious this time."

"Oh...what happened?"

"Um, I'd rather not talk about it."

The sky which was clear earlier that day, had become dark and heavy with clouds. The wind had picked up, and Evaline tried to think of something which would cheer up her friend. "Follow me, Mae. I want to show you something."

They rode on, one red bike and one blue. Neither of them had any words to say at the moment. Evaline considered her companion, they were opposites in a sense. Where Evaline had pale skin and blond hair, Mae had flowing brown, with a darker complexion. Her mother was Shah'ra, a stranger in this land. As such, Mae had often faced adversity from the Nentoivese of her own age. Most days, Evaline could tell, she took it in stride. She always seemed to have an inner sense of self to resist such things. It was strange to see her quiet and reserved like this. They continued to ride through the countryside and the forest slowly gave way to golden fields of wheat, reflecting dully against the grey sky above them.

Soon it began to grow dark. A pink twilight could faintly be seen among the grey clouds. Beyond the wheat fields, there were train tracks which led from a small coastal town and eventually met the capital city beyond. They were forced to stop, as lumbering down the tracks there were a series of monstrosities. Large cargo beds held even larger war machines, secured by bright yellow straps. A massive train engine steamed and squealed with a metal-on-metal sound and rumbled into the night. They waited there for what seemed like an eternity, until the last, forlornly blinking running light of the cargo train faded away.

After a few more minutes of riding, the pair came upon a large embankment. A soft, blue glow could be seen from the edge of the steep, grassy knoll. "It's easier if we leave our bikes at the bottom" Evaline said, propping the kickstand into the soft earth. This was the farthest she'd been from home on her own. She came here from time to time, to think or to write or just to watch the billowing clouds that formed over the sea. She had always come here during the day and felt a bit guilty about being out after dark. She knew she would get a good scolding when she got home but today felt different. She couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

"It's beautiful." Mae remarked as they crested the hill. The small town below them was lit up with streetlights, shop windows and glowing signs. The pink and yellow twilight was sinking below the horizon and the colors reflected off the crashing waves of the sea in the distance. Cargo ships were moored into the port for the night, but there were others circling the waters out at sea. Military ships. Destroyers. Evaline and her friend watched as the last of the light grew dim.

"There were strange men at my house today, dressed in all black. They were from the government. My mom and dad seemed...well, they weren't happy to see them."

"Yeah, those were probably the same men that were at my house today."

Evaline looked up at her friend in surprise. Her house too...Mae didn't take her eyes off the scene below. Mae decided not to inquire further. If she wanted to say more, she would. They sat in silence until a low booming sound could be heard from far in the distance behind them. To Evaline, they sounded like fireworks. A few seconds later, small pinpoints of light whistled across the sky high above them. Not fireworks, missiles. "We'd better get home", she said worriedly, getting up.

"Evaline." Mae who had been staring off into the distance the entire time looked back at her friend, with a certain glisten in her eye. "Do you remember that necklace you gave me a couple years ago for my birthday, the one with the intricate golden heart? Some of the kids at school nabbed it from me later that day and broke the chain, saying a Shah'ra like me had no business wearing anything so extravagant." Evaline nodded. She remembered.

Mae got up and pressed something into her friend's hand. "I... I don't know what's going to happen Evaline. But I want you to have this. Just in case."

"Mae..."

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Evaline pedaled hard to get back home after seeing Mae off back at her house. She rounded the corner and saw that the black car was still in the driveway, but the headlights were on and the motor was running. The thin man with the mustache was saying something to her mother and father on the porch. As she rolled up, he nodded to them and quickly got in the car and shut the door. They drove away with the soft crunch of tire on gravel.

Hurriedly, she leaned her bicycle up against the house and ran up to where here parents were, about to apologize for being out past dark. Something in her father's expression stopped her from saying anything. He was staring at the red taillights receding into the darkness down the road. "Evaline I need you to pack your things. Nothing unnecessary, just clothes. We're leaving for the capital in the morning."

…………….Fifteen years later………….

Evaline stood on the command deck of the La Victoire. She stared out at a now-calm azure sky, but towering cumulus clouds in the distance warned of a coming storm. She didn’t want to be airborne when that storm hit. The La Victoire was the capital’s flagship zephyr, but even the most sophisticated armor and instruments could not prevent enemy cutters from slicing her up under cover of a storm.

Outside the command pod, her best flyboys stood at attention on the wooden deck. Their scarves fluttered in the high-altitude wind, maroon contrasting with their gold-and-black military colors. The same color scheme shone brightly on their porcupine stinger-jets, polished to gleaming as per Evaline’s expectations. They grumbled about the work of course, but she knew they were secretly proud of their “’pines”. They were the best of the best, and could take out a squad of cutters-storm or no storm. However, Evaline needed them at peak performance for the operation to come. Better to avoid a confrontation now, and take the offensive on her own terms.

Evaline had been an ace “flygirl” in her early military career, with a kill-to-crash ratio of 32/3 when she hung up the hat and goggles. Now, she found that command suited her, but rather than standard officer regalia she preferred traditional flyer gear: brown leather jacket, beige trousers and black knee-high boots. She wore the ensemble now, surveying her squadron out the large three-panel window of the command pod. She wore her long golden hair in a loose bun, and tried to feign an air of confidence.

The other officers in the room seemed relaxed, so she supposed she was succeeding. On the inside, a rising anxiety threatened to break her composure. She was nervous about the upcoming operation and the storm, but there was also another reason she was on edge.

Zzzzzzztttt…..

“A tele-video call for you commander.” Her communications officer broke the silence. “Shall I display it on-screen?”

A tele-video call? At a time like this?

“I’ll take it in my quarters. Inform me when our guests arrive.”

Commander Evaline Eustis turned on her heels, boots clacking on across the deck. It was a short walk through the narrow corridors of the zephyr and up a short flight of stairs to her cabin. The auto-doors slid open and she sat down at her desk. Upon it was a map of the current airspace, as well as a pair of binoculars and a bottle of Regent whiskey which she saved for special – or extenuating – circumstances. She considered taking a swig now.

Zzzzzztttt. The tele-video monitor buzzed, and she flicked it on. The typical static and grainy visual at first, and then her father’s face materialized on screen. She should have known.

“Papa, it’s good to see you!”

“Evaline, I hope I’m not too late. I called to wish you luck on this operation. I just got word.”

She sighed inwardly. The operation was supposed to be top-secret. Her father always had a knack for finding out what she was up to.

“You’ve been in the air for almost a month now.” He continued. “How are you faring?”

“Papa I’m alright. The La Victoire is a beautiful vessel. Powerful, too. I have no reason to believe the operation will be anything but a success. I’m flying with the best.”

“Yes I know you are, and I don’t doubt your capabilities, Evaline. You must be victorious. This is the key to our efforts on the western front. Things are not as well as they seem, here in the interior. There are mumblings of…well I can’t say. The Emperuer is a difficult man to deal with. I fear the coming weeks may challenge us all.”

There was a gleam of fear in her father’s eye that Evaline always hated seeing. He usually had an accurate premonition about such things. Every time she saw him, he looked worse. His hair and mustache were greying, and he looked thinner than before. It wasn’t just age, she knew. A deep-rooted sadness had caused his face to become gaunt, and withered with fatigue.

“Father, how are you doing? You look like you’re working too hard. I’m sure the capital can run without you for a few days, at least. Why don’t you take some time off?” She sighed outwardly this time. “it’s been a few years, dad. Have you even visited mom’s- “?

“Evaline.” Her father spoke sternly. “I must go. I am being summoned. Godspeed on your mission. Signing off.”

It wasn’t healthy. She feared her father would soon succumb to a rage-obsessed war fervor. But she didn’t have time to think about that now. Her intercom buzzed and her Com officer announced the arrival of another vessel in the zephyr’s airspace. It was time.

…………….

The auto-doors clicked open and commander Eustis entered the La Victoire’s conference room. She had waited a few moments before entering. She was hesitant, although she felt like she knew what was to be said in this meeting.

Her old friend, Mae looked up at Evaline as she entered. They both looked at each other for a significant, uncomfortable moment.

“Do you remember Mr. Galsthon?” Evaline blurted out, desperate to say something.

“Your old neighbor? Yes, I remember him! He had that curly mustache and would tell us old war stories.”

Evaline laughed. “That’s him. I wouldn’t miss that mustache anywhere. I ran into him at a café in the capital. I think you know the one, it has that sign with the frog out front. The Grenouille.”

Mae laughed with her. “I remember the place. Many of our carefree summer days after school were spent there.”

“It’s good to see you Mae.” Evaline crossed the room and hugged her friend. Mae looked well. Her dark hair fell in ebony waves down her back, and she was dressed in a plain blue officer’s uniform and cap. “I’ve been in the air so long…what’s going on in the interior, Mae?”

“It’s…not good I’m afraid. The Magistrat is starting to become divided. The original cause is lost and the war continues, fueled on bitterness and hate.” Evaline’s friend turned from her and strode to the conference room window, looking out. “Evaline, when I was young, this war seemed complicated. My people were expanding their holdings, yes. But at what cost? It seems like my whole career has been spent trying to uncover the truth. It’s simple, really. The Magistrat does not have our interests at heart. They don’t want to stop us. They want to destroy us. And I’m not the only one who feels this way.”

Mae turned and looked her friend in the eyes. “Evaline, I’m going to defect. My place is alongside my people. I’m only half Shah’ra but I feel their cause is more just and I…I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

A weight had been lifted, but replaced by one of a different sort. Evaline didn’t know whether she wanted to cry, or laugh, or simply say nothing at all. She knew this was coming. She tested her usual composure. “I…understand. You know what this means right? If we should ever meet on the battlefield…”

“I know, I know.” Mae’s eyes glistened now with reluctant tears. She grabbed Evaline and hugged her close. “I’ll write you. We need to stay in contact. There are ways to get through our decoders.”

“Mae…”

“When this is all over, we can find each other again. We just need to stay alive through this.”

“Agreed. You know that café I was telling you about? Let’s meet there when the war is over. That will be the place.”

“Okay…okay Evaline. I’ll see you there someday.” Mae sniffed and stepped away, regaining the stance of a military officer. “Now I must go. I need time to make it across the border. Godspeed my friend.”

They hugged one more time, and Evaline watched her friend leave through the auto-doors, sliding into place as she left.

“Godspeed.”

…………..Twenty years later………..

Excerpt from the Capital archives on the Great War. The last of a series of secret correspondence between commander Evaline Eustis of the Nentoivese and commander Mae Calisto of the Shah’ra:

Evaline, I hope this transmission finds you well. I can’t believe the war is finally over, but ours is a bittersweet victory. It came with so many losses, on both sides.

I apologize for not writing you sooner. Your last transmission came a few years ago, and I feel these last years of the war were the hardest. I am sorry to hear about the loss of your father. I remember he was a kind man, and much like yourself had a certain compassion for all life. My parents still live, although their health is declining. I fear their time may be coming soon.

Do you remember the promise we made as young women? Those days seem like something from another lifetime, now. I know you wouldn’t forget something like that, though. I went to that café in the Capital, the one we used to go to. The Grenouille. It’s still there, despite the destruction. It hurt my heart to see the state of your people, the war seemed to have taken the hope out of them. Now though, we can begin the healing, for both of our countries.

I went to the café as soon as I could after hostilities ended. I visited a few times, but I never saw you there Evaline. On my last visit, a waiter handed me something. He said he’d been instructed to give it to me. I’d never in a million years think I would see it again. It was that locket. You remember? The one I gave you when we were kids, before all this started. And you know another funny thing? I swear I saw your old neighbor, Mr. Galsthon, hobbling away down the street as I left.

Evaline, I look forward to your next transmission and hope I can see you soon.

Love, Mae

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