#arborial

[halfxspider]

@arborial asked: did they put some of the grimmace shake in his coffee when he wasn't looking ? maybe

Well, when you put some milkshake into a coffee it was somewhat noticeable. So, Miguel is just staring down at his cup with a very unamused look on his face.

"Can we not waste coffee? Please?"

[sp1derg1rlz]

oh come on, how dare you?

                              “ let   me   put   this   in   a   way   you   can   understand:         i   don’t   have   time   to   entertain   loser   jesters   like   you, ”   you   know,   kitty   would   think   that   having   another   spider-person   on   the   scene   would   be   helpful…   it’s   not.   “ so   scram   before   i   make   you.   ‘kay? ”

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Arbori Eastern Market

A discerning eye could find much of worth here. Unscrupulous merchants peddle trinkets and distractions for ludicrous prices. Near-Arbori, desperate for novelty, will usually pay.

[negreabsolut]

La dríada del salze ploraner, per Nina Tadsen. [font]

[celestialtrolls-moved]

Anyway now that's all over I can post some of the art I did of aelynn after the ball

She went to a party hosted by Arboris and her girl gang that was canonically happening at the same time and a bit after and got a chance to wind down with her moirail Avy and avoid cameras and let all the meds she had to dose herself up on to be harmless at the ball wear off

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Sowing Seeds of Change: Richard St. Barbe Baker's Green Legacy

[eatember]

If we ever manage to cool the planet in my lifetime that would be the shit I hate summer wear so much

[nicolae]

Evoluția vieții pe Pământ: Arbori filogenetici

Figura 20.1 Viața unei albine este foarte diferită de cea a unei flori, dar cele două organisme sunt înrudite. Ambele sunt membre ale domeniului Eukarya și au celule care conțin multe organele, gene și proteine similare. (Credit: brian60174/Pixabay) Această albină și floarea Echinacea (Figura 20.1) nu ar putea arăta mai diferit, dar sunt înrudite, la fel ca toate organismele vii de pe Pământ.…

[levisgeekstuff]

Give Me Liberty

Geen betere dag dan 4 juli, de Amerikaanse Independance Day, om het geweldige ‘Give Me Liberty’ van Frank Miller en Dave Gibbons eens onder de loep te nemen. 

Give Me Liberty verscheen in de Verenigde Staten begin jaren ‘90 als vierdelige miniserie op prestige format bij Dark Horse Comics. Toch is de basis van het verhaal nog iets ouder. Al in 1988 besloten schrijver Frank Miller en tekenaar Dave Gibbons, die beiden net daarvoor hun grootste succes kenden met Dark Knight Returns en Watchmen, te gaan samenwerken. Ze wilden een verhaal vertellen over de Amerikaanse waarden en dat in een pessimistische nabije toekomst. Zwaar en ernstig materiaal dat nog enkele jaren op de plank zou blijven liggen. Uiteindelijk zou Miller besluiten het ietsje luchtiger te maken en er een dikke satirische saus over te gooien. Toch was bij het verschijnen van nummer 1 in 1990 vooral de donkere blik op de nabije toekomst van Amerika die bleef hangen bij de lezers. 

Voorspellingen

Centraal staat Martha Washington, die we volgen vanaf haar geboorte in 1995 in een armzalig woonblok in Chicago. We zien haar opgroeien en later in het leger gaan. Dat alles met op de achtergrond een maatschappij die steeds verder ontspoort. Daarbij valt op hoe griezelig accuraat de voorspellingen van Frank Miller waren toen hij dit eind jaren ‘80 schreef. Overstromingen door klimaatopwarming, rellen tussen minderheden en de politie, een president die doet denken aan Trump én eentje die zo Joe Biden zou kunnen zijn, grote bedrijven die steeds machtiger worden en zelfs het Witte Huis dat wordt gebombardeerd door het Midden Oosten. 

Eerste poging

Al in 1991 besloot uitgeverij Arboris een Nederlandstalige versie van deze geweldige strip uit te geven. Onder de naam ‘Liberty’ verschenen 2 delen op albumformaat. Jammer genoeg bleek dit in de Lage Landen geen groot succes en werd de reeks halfweg stopgezet. 

Doodzonde, want ‘Give me Liberty’ is een zeer sterke strip. Je merkt dat Miller en Gibbons net van hun TDKR en Watchmen periode kwamen. Deze comic leest dan ook een beetje als een combinatie tussen beiden. Dat is ook terug te zien in typische verteltruukjes uit die periode, zoals het gebruik van krantenkoppen, magazine artikels en televisie uitzendingen om de achtergrond van het verhaal te schetsen. Ook de manier waarop Martha het verhaal vertelt, doet denken aan het narratief van Batman uit Dark Knight Returns of Rorschach in Watchmen. 

Het tekenwerk van Dave Gibbons mag er ook weer zijn. Het is hier iets minder strak geregisseerd dan in Watchmen. Daardoor zijn er minder bijzondere layouts te zien, maar die vrijheid geeft Gibbons wél de ruimte om vaker uit te pakken met knappe splash-pages. 

Een Amerikaanse droom

Het zou uiteindelijk tot 2010 duren eer Give Me Liberty volledig zou verschijnen in het Nederlands. Uitgeverij De Vliegende Hollander had al een succesvolle trade paperback uitgebracht van Watchmen en ook de kleinere pockets van Frank Miller’s Sin City liepen goed. Dat deed hen besluiten om ook een bundel uit te brengen van Give Me Liberty, dit keer onder de naam ‘Martha Washington: een Amerikaanse droom’. Een echte aanrader!

[zeebreezin]

Joining @lord-emerson ‘s trend of doing these for FL characters, it looked fun :)

[sapphicslaylist]

[STP] Imperfect Shards of Glass

Tws: Spoilers for HEA; Codepdency.

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60942649

There was a roaring of torches in the otherwise dim corridors. The bedchamber was set up in hues of bright pink and red, illuminating beneath its recipient. This castle was a festive sight; gold trim and tapestries abound, it would’ve been paradise. But alas, curled around the Princess was the tired, aching love of her caretaker - a shadowy figure who could be felt, not seen. It seemed he only showed himself faintly in the gleam of fine silver or cracked mirror shards.

A shard. That was what they were.

And so the preparations went on to find the whole. Thick mascara and rosy cheeks hid the pain, feeling the weave of his absence and presence all at once. 

Smitten. That’s what they’d called him, wasn’t it?

“You seem cold.”

His voice echoed over her, shaking his head. A soft cloak of feathers appeared in invisible hands. It was lovely, really, being pampered like this - so why wasn’t she happy?

“These feathers; they’re yours. I really shouldn’t-“

“Nonsense,” echoed the voice behind her. “You deserve the world, and the world you shall get. Your every whim, every desire-“

His form had shriveled since they’d met. He was outpacing himself with his gifts. Was it worth asking the question again?

“I want to go outside. I want to dance with you under the stars, and feel the grass beneath my feet. I want to know somewhere outside of here.”

The voice was somber as he gave a saddened sigh. “My dear, I would love to. But not until the dangers have passed. You could be struck down at any moment by those foul monstrosities; it’s just you and me now, beloved.”

A trace of silken shadow across her face. A reassuring glance; a smile on her lips to hide the pain.

“I am sorry I cannot provide what you desire. But I will weave us something new; something better. Perhaps we could create an arbory somewhere within the palace grounds -“

“But that’s still a bubble. It isn’t free.” The Princess steps back, her words almost pleading. It’s only returned with a deep-cutting ache that settles on her shoulders.

“Is it not enough to be safe? To avoid the pain of lashing out, killing each other over and over again?” The sorrow echoes within him tenfold. It hurts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just…”

“Everyone craves freedom, love. That I understand. But when it’s of risk to you, that I cannot allow.” The silken fingers trace the blade dangling from her neck. “But worry not; I have made sure you can protect yourself as well. This is their implement; they cannot take it from you unless you allow it. And I would advise against it, if you know those heathens as well as I do.” 

There it is: that spark of teasing affection in his huff. You remember why you’re with him to begin with, opposed to left on your own. According to the others, they had come upstairs and debated taking the blade to her chest before; now it sat awkwardly between her bosom, inflicting minor wounds. A scabbard would’ve been nice.

Did safety really warrant this kind of empty adoration? What was special about her in particular? She didn’t know, and didn’t care as much.

“Why don’t we commence that dance in the study? A compromise, I know. But I will make this work; I have to make this work-“

The desperation bursting within him again. Any enthusiasm was met with joy, and grief shouldered all on his own. Did she even get to feel upset about someone who loved her so?

No. She wouldn’t. He’d done what he had for a reason; now was time to let that go for now and save face with a polite smile.

“That sounds… Lovely. We can have our own little soirée down by the cellar. Thank you.”

But at the end of the day, caged birds don’t sing. The gilded glory only provided so much for a Songbird in wait, praying that things would be over soon.

Neither of them deserved this mutualistic prison. But until the dangers passed, her tired, aching protector would remain staunchly by her side.

The hands wrapped around her. As she leaned into them, the rest of the world seemed to fade away; heaviness returned to drag her to the pits of ecstasy and grief.

[thesiltverses]

Are there any canonical prayer marks for the Cairn Maiden?

Zilch! Although the Silt Verses RPG folks have given her some arborial / bower-like designs which I think are a really nice potential route (perhaps a vine connecting the marks / letters themselves which take on more of a leafy appearance?)

[negreabsolut]

Bruc boal (Erica arborea) creixent en algun racó de les muntanyes d'Ordal, Principat de Catalunya, Catalunya.

[lashysdomain]

girl gang leader and her moirails mate mayhaps

anyway, new sprite funking, judgement time!

reblog with one troll and aelynn will give her opinion!

bonus for judgebacks!

[lilacella]

corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures:

(ngl the smile is creepily similar...)

THE SMILE IS NOT SIMILAR I DO NOT HAVE VENEERS!!!

ON THE LEFT IS A FRIENDLY ARBORIAL MAMMAL. WELL LOVED AND UNPROBLEMATIC.

ON THE RIGHT IS A MAN!

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Roseate Queen’s Unconquered Gardens

Far-Arbori walk through the humid glasshouses, dallying amidst the hot-house flowers.