#cobstone

[corinne-eaglebridge-sso]

The stone shall fall and be tested.

It shall face the night, and bring forward an age of peace.

@dorianwolfforest @jorvikzelda @algirdasgiedraitis @cryptid-deity @brookevesky @faerierambles

[brookevesky]

:((( We here at the HOA are here to serve the community. How the community treats us:

[dorianwolfforest]

Happy pride from the Cobstone server :3

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Border force

She should have known she'd find them here. It was in all of the old stories - the sort passed down by word of mouth from long before the war, even if written record seemed to be limited. It was one of the first things that she'd learnt about them. The fae dwelt in liminal spaces: the places where reality wore thin, the gaps in the tiles of life's wonderful mosaic. Boundaries, borders, crossroads. The sands between land and sea; the empty roads from forest to town.

Or, in this case, the checkpoint between New Harlow and Cobston.

"Name, please," the guard said, feigning boredom.

"Nice try," Simara said. "The identity check is a handy guise. But I know what you are, and this isn't it."

"I'm sorry?" Now he was trying confusion on for size. It was a game attempt, but he ended up looking more like he had a headache.

"And I forgive you, just this once. I know you're desperate. But you're not perched at this border to stop the flood of refugees into your home, are you? You're trying to get into this one. You're seeking asylum for yourself. What was it, a natural disaster?"

"A war," the not-guard said, conceding the act. "A power struggle between princes, with the whole royal court taking sides and raising armies. Many have stepped into your realm to escape."

Simara nodded. Human records described the fae as capricious, vindictive creatures, and that had to be saying something given her experience of humanity. But she wasn't about to tar a whole society with one brush. Wherever there was violence, there would be those who chose the other path. She wasn't here to see that path blocked off.

It was just that they went about it the wrong way - trying to gain false credentials in the only way they knew, by stealing the identities of the first humans they met. Innocents. Infants, even. The idea of changelings was abhorrent. Simara had feared them as monsters, when she'd heard the stories first; but now, she also recognised the desperation of a mother planting her child in a safer harbour, a wicker basket on the current, hoping for a better life. She just needed to show them a better way to get there.

"You can steal our identities, but it won't profit you much," she explained, now as a dozen times before. "We have nothing to our name. We're actually in the same boat as you, more or less, although there have been times when we longed for boats at all. In our case, it was the flooding. We lost our homes, our families, and our lives with them."

"That sounds familiar," the fae said. "So what did you do? What's your solution, to losing everything? Not to take? Or perhaps, just not from you - from those who have much more to give?"

Simara nodded. "We came begging for sanctuary here, queuing neatly at these borders. Pleading from mercy from our erstwhile neighbours, who newly despise us for our desperation; petty tyrants looking down on yesterday's peers, today privileged by an accident of geography. I've had enough to asking them to share. I know this land, and their advantages; but we lack an advantage of our own. We don't have the abilities of your kind."

The fae took her meaning, and grinned in understanding. There were far too many teeth, and far too sharp, but Simara smiled in return. Sharp teeth were exactly what she lacked.

"What say we help each other?"

[foldablephil]

Riding on the cob-stones of Brandenburg is certainly a bit shaking, but the view is a reward for it. #germany #brandenburg #berlin #berlinphotography #berlinpics #cobstone #cobstones #wood #forest #village #yellow #brompton #bromptonlovers #bromptonlife #bromptonbicycle #bromptonbike #bromptoncommunity #bromptonsociety #bromptontravels #bromptontravel #bromptontravelers #bromptonbicycles #bromptonsecond #bromptonbag #foldablebike #foldablebicycle (at Teltow) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeMLb8DrBIp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[globalfilmlocations]

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968) Film Locations

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968) Film Locations

Filming locations for 1968 family-adventure film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang took place in and around the south of England, as well as Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. Locations: Hambleden, Henley-on-Thames, Buckinghamshire Google Maps Co-ordinates: 51.572539, -0.869663 Cobstone Windmill, Ibstone Rd, Turville, High Wycombe Google Maps Co-ordinates: 51.616849, -0.889611 Neuschwanstein Castle,…

[filmap]

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Ken Hughes. 1968

Pott’s House Cobstone Windmill, Ibstone Rd, Stokenchurch, High Wycombe HP14 3YB, UK See in map

See in imdb

Bonus: also in this location

[fae-or-foe]

Hey loves, I know we are all about escapism in cottagecore, but I would like to remind y'all to vote in November if you're a US citizen. Vote for the protection of our Black and Indigenous siblings. Vote for climate justice. Vote for LGBTQ+ rights. A cobstone cottage in the forest is just a beautiful lie if we don't actively make the world safer for one another.

[jawllines]

For the anon ( and others) who asked for a visual of witch harry y/n's shop and garden:

I found this pic on google, I imagine her garden kinda similar to this except the bench and cobston.

And I couldn't find a shop so I painted this myself, I hope I did an ok job 😅

AHHDIFOFKF THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS PERFECT!!!!

[heronchildlove]

Hi!! I've read your fics and loved them, and wanted to ask you in case you haven't done it yet and of course if you feel like doing it, if you could consider please writing about Matthew comforting James after Christopher gets injured. Thank you!!

Hi, nonnie! Thank you for the love and I hope you enjoy this.

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James closed his eyes tight, but no matter how much he tried, the images behind his eyelids wouldn’t go away: the demon appearing behind Christopher, its claws slashing through his chest, Christopher crumbling to the floor, the blood drenching the cobstones, Christopher’s eyes, closed, motionless, no matter how much he begged and screamed for him to open them.

It was one thing to know about the demon disease from afar, to be aware of it in a strange detached way, even when Barbara had gotten caught it hadn’t hit him this hard, but this... This was Christopher, his cousin, one of his best friends in the whole world, someone he saw and talked to and joked with practically every day, for years now, someone that he loved and cared for, someone he saw interesting things and wanted to share with, turn around and tell him... And now he couldn’t, maybe he would never be able to do it again, and just the thought of it made his breath hitch and him cry even harder.

It was even worse because he had seen it all, it had happened right in front of him, and he hadn’t been able to help. If only he had been stronger, faster or more intelligent, if he had realised sooner that the demons were after Kit, then, maybe...

Tears started falling down his face again and he heaved, trying to get air into his lungs even though it seemed like they were frozen solid and he would never be able to breathe again. He had been able to keep sane and focused all day while they had something to do, but now that night had fallen and he could do nothing but wait and think and remember, it had all caught up with him. 

The door to his room opened and he didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. He didn’t have to, he could feel it. And when the other came close and wrapped his arms around him, James let himself be pulled into Matthew’s comforting embrace.

“So this is where you were, Jamie. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Sorry... I didn’t, didn’t want to see anyone...”

“...Do you want me to go?”

“No. Stay, please,” James asked, and felt Matthew’s arms tighten even more around him as he sobbed his heart out. He needed Matthew there, he was the only person that could keep him from completely breaking down. All through it, Matthew didn’t say a word, he just held him and shared the burden in James’ heart until it felt a little less heavy.

“I can’t believe that Kit, that Kit is...”

“I know, Jamie, I know...”

“I was right there. Right there. And I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t do anything. This is, this is my fault.”

“Shh, Jamie, no. That isn’t true. I was there too, remember? They were after Chris, there was nothing we could have done...”

“No, no, I don’t accept that. There’s always something... He was right there...” He repeated, unable to get past that, the awful reality that he just wasn’t good enough, that he couldn’t protect who he loved, and, deep inside, even more insidious, the reality that all of this was only happening because of him in the first place. “If I had remembered, if I had thought things through...”

“If you are to blame, so am I, and Kit. None of us thought about it, none of us managed to get ourselves out. I can’t diminish your pain, Jamie, but please let me share your guilt. It’s all far too heavy for you to carry alone.”

James just shook his head, still too overwhelmed by despair to listen to anything, much less hopeful and encouraging words. 

“I just can’t believe... That he might never wake up again. He was the only one that knew how to make the antidote, without him not even Thomas might...”

“He can do it. You said it yourself earlier, and I know you don’t say things you don’t mean, nor doubt your friends. He will do it, and we will do our part, too. We will all fix this together, you will see.”

“Mathew...” James pressed his face to Matthew’s coat and breathed in his scent of brandy, cologne and smoke. It was oddly soothing, or maybe not odd at all, since it was part of Matthew. They were two halves of the same soul, and his presence always made feel James feel more at ease, no matter what was happening. Matthew was the opposite of him. He often said things he didn’t mean, specially about himself, but in these moments, when it was just the two of them, it was when he was most truthful and solemn. James knew he could always believe Matthew, but in these times, between them, even more so.

“This wasn’t your fault, Jamie,” Matthew repeated in a low voice. “And we will find a way. You know I am not the most hopeful of fellas, so if I’m saying it, Jamie, please believe in me: we’ll find a way. We are going to save Christopher. I believe in it, I believe in you, and in us, all of us. We can do it, ok? I promise you. So cry all you want with me tonight, and tomorrow we will get to work, okay?”

“Okay...” James sniffled, and even managed to open a small smile, before he went back to clinging to Matthew and hiding his face against him, borrowing his strength, and his light, for just a while longer.

[corinne-eaglebridge-sso]

Important stuff to know before voting!

- This is a relatively small cave and has an average-to-low ceiling height. I’m taking maybe 5 blocks at its highest.

- It is technically the farthest away from the main cave (though that is not a high bar). The enchanting cave is between this cave and the main cave.

- There is no super easy path up to it. It’s not exactly parkour but it IS still going uphill, and it is on a relatively steep parts

- To move between any of the caves, you are required to go outside first.

[guardianasdelrpg]

F. es uno de los miembros más temidos del Spetsnaz, las fuerzas de élite rusas, conocido con el malnombre de Bely Medved, el “Oso Blanco”. Letal, eficiente, incluso violento. A simple vista, carece de cualquier lazo sentimental, más allá de algún encuentro de una sola noche, o una buena botella de vodka a su lado. Por eso no es de extrañar que fuera reclutado por los servicios secretos de su país para infiltrarse en los laboratorios Cobston, poniéndose la máscara de un miembro de SWAT retirado que vuelve a las filas, fruto de entrenamiento de espía extensivo, incluido clases intensivas para eliminar su acento por completo. Sin embargo, su fachada profesional esconde el dolor de la perdida de su madre, la única persona en la que confiaba, y su ineptitud en ambientes sociales “normales”. Toda su energía se proyectaba en convertirse en un arma humana. Aquella sería la misión de su vida, si no fuera por el ambiente enrarecido y ajeno en el que se metió. Lo que debía ser una misión corta para extraer información, y con suerte un sujeto útil, se convirtió en trabajo tedioso y repetitivo. Y para colmo, ¿cómo es que no se puede quitar de la cabeza a ese sujeto experimental con nombre curioso y ojos como el mar? ¿Por qué le distrae tanto una chica, que, a simple vista, es su completo polo opuesto? Ella solo quiere una salida de Oxinaty, el terminar su misión. Pero no puede evitar indulgir con esa distracción. Y Iona… Iona está dispuesta a creerle. Link a la búsqueda: https://proyectofenixrpg.foroactivo.com/t1526-bear-and-bird-0-1

[dorianwolfforest]

welcome to this previous week on Cobstone

[proyectofenix-rpg]

Bear and Bird

F. es uno de los miembros más temidos del Spetsnaz, las fuerzas de élite rusas, conocido con el malnombre de Bely Medved, el “Oso Blanco”. Letal, eficiente, incluso violento. A simple vista, carece de cualquier lazo sentimental, más allá de algún encuentro de una sola noche, o una buena botella de vodka a su lado. Por eso no es de extrañar que fuera reclutado por los servicios secretos de su país para infiltrarse en los laboratorios Cobston, poniéndose la máscara de un miembro de SWAT retirado que vuelve a las filas, fruto de entrenamiento de espía extensivo, incluido clases intensivas para eliminar su acento por completo. Sin embargo, su fachada profesional esconde el dolor de la perdida de su madre, la única persona en la que confiaba, y su ineptitud en ambientes sociales “normales”. Toda su energía se proyectaba en convertirse en un arma humana. Aquella sería la misión de su vida, si no fuera por el ambiente enrarecido y ajeno en el que se metió. Lo que debía ser una misión corta para extraer información, y con suerte un sujeto útil, se convirtió en trabajo tedioso y repetitivo. Y para colmo, ¿cómo es que no se puede quitar de la cabeza a ese sujeto experimental con nombre curioso y ojos como el mar? ¿Por qué le distrae tanto una chica, que, a simple vista, es su completo polo opuesto? Ella solo quiere una salida de Oxinaty, el terminar su misión. Pero no puede evitar indulgir con esa distracción. Y Iona... Iona está dispuesta a creerle. Link a la búsqueda: https://proyectofenixrpg.foroactivo.com/t1526-bear-and-bird-0-1

[foldablephil]

Every journey starts somewhere. My first contact with a Brompton was at a race, the Swiss Championship organized by @faltbar actually. I was amazed by the sturdyness of this small bike downhill on cobstones. It took a decade for me to buy my first @bromptonbicycle.

I like it’s versatility, here as a transporter for me my luggage and some little material I brought back from a business trip to Austria.

#switzerland #bielbienne

#brompton #bromptonlovers #bromptonlife #bromptonbicycle #bromptonbike #bromptoncommunity #bromptonsociety #bromptontravels #bromptontravel #bromptontravelers #bromptonbicycles #bromptonsecond #bromptonbag #foldablebike #foldablebicycle

[rolhispano]

（ ❛ 生肖 ; chinese zodiac ❜ ) ; + info 

❛ trama general ❜

“Con el pasar de los días, YiRen ha encontrado una pequeña motivación en su estancia dentro de Cobston Labs. Tras haber soñado con una rueda de animales en el cielo estrellado se ha obsesionado con el estudio del influjo de las estrellas en la personalidad de ciertos individuos nacidos en el lado oriente del mundo. Es así como en un pequeño cuaderno registra las peculiaridades que surgen en medio de las interacciones de este grupo que aún con sus desavenencias termina convirtiéndose en su nueva gran familia”.

Requisitos ; Cumplir con las características en la personalidad de cada puesto. Ser de ascendencia asiática y haber nacido en Asia.