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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones

Angst! My Beloved!

Not a lot of whump here, but I put Wild through the wringer!!! Lots of BotW2 ideas and concepts here, but nothing really cannon.

Also, disclaimer: I think Flora is a wonderful person, a bit harsh and sometimes unkind, but I feel for her a lot. The prompt submitted to me however asked for her as an ass, so that's what's here, for angst reasons. THIS IS NOT HOW I PLAN ON WRITING HER NORMALLY!!!

When Wild left the Chain behind in the woods, it was with a soft smile and a hesitant wave of his right hand. It was with a gentle ‘See y’all later’ that made Warriors shake his head with a sigh while Twilight offered a wobbly grin.

He would join them again, he knew that. After all, Hylia wouldn’t have chosen him to go with them in the first place if he was only supposed to leave before they’d even really started to know what it was that they were meant to be doing.

He’d see them again, and he’d fall back into a routine with all of them, sparring with Warriors and teaching Hyrule to cook and shield surfing with Wind and learning to carve from Sky. He’d go back to sewing with Legend, to exploring with Hyrule, to learning the Ocarina with Time and teasing Twilight about his terrible singing. He could work with Four on the Sheikah Slate and experimenting with different plants he’d gathered. He would see them again, and he’d go back to being busy and smiling nearly every day.

For the time being however, he had to square his shoulders and harden his jaw as he stepped through the swirl of black that had repulsed all the others every time they tried to enter. He had to tame his mind and wild spirit and come to stand before the Princess of Hyrule in all of her stern glory and receive the scolding he was due for wandering off without permission.

He never had time to question what she meant by being gone for ‘two whole weeks’ before she was marching off towards the labs and explaining that there was a new task for them to complete.

Such a task was one that left in his mind no time for thoughts of his brothers save on the lonely nights in the sky when the islands above the clouds were silent save for the birds about him that reminded him of Sky, or when he ran across the forests and was reminded of the wolf that once ran at his side. And, alright, the tiny people in the grass and the fountains reminded him of Four and Hyrule. When the wind sang strong in his ears as he dove towards the earth from the highest places in the sky, he couldn’t help but envision a small hero whose laughter danced like the sea and who’s fingers mastered the currents of wind and sea both.

It was a lonely quest, just like his last before it, but somehow it was more painfully so, now that he knew what it was to have brothers at his side to catch a monster’s blade when he was too slow or to help him patch himself up afterwards. It was quiet when the Princess and he sat around the fires as night, she studying him as he sat still and stonelike as she worked.

The hand that had waved goodbye to his brothers now flickered green and ethereal in the night shades, iron bands clinging to the wisping appendage and acting as a bond to hold its form together. It was nothing like what he’d known or studied in the Sheikah technology, or even what he’d seen from the many worlds he’d traveled with the other, and it earned many a stare and twist of the lips from those he met and traded with during his journey.

The arm was only the first of many changes, it’s power seeping through his body and altering him before he even knew what was happening. He’d hated it at first, disliking how it changed him, made his eyes glow and his hair touch with the same ethereal shades, red bleeding through at the roots and earning him even more wary looks.

Ganon, in all his terrifying power, had been a surprising comfort during the quest, an aid to discovering his new abilities and training them to bend to his own will. The Princess had been wary of their relationship, but had accepted it when she saw what he learned to do, and every evening she would require a report of his newfound skills, as well as the occasional demonstration or examination.

It all came to an end both too soon and not soon enough.

Ganon was gone, as if he’d never been there at all, and the Princess was as cold as ever even after their second adventure at each other's sides. And now there was no use for the abilities that had fused to his soul like the arm had to his flesh. He’d asked Purah if there was something that could be done to restore his body to its normal Hylian state, without the glowing limb that earned his only stares and insults from the village people, but the Princess had overheard it and declared that such a thing should not even be attempted.

“You don’t understand, Link. Don’t be foolish! We have here a scientific marvel ready for our investigation and exploration and you want to get rid of it just because it looks odd?”

He’s shuffled his feet slowly, resisting the impulse to rub at his chest where the Hylian part of him ended and the eldritch horror began. “I can’t live like Hylian anymore.”

“Because you aren’t one!” Her Highness rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Sir Knight, after everything I certainly doubt that Hylian even applies to you anymore! Hylians do not possess the qualities that you now do, and they most certainly do not travel through stone or time or any other such thing at will. Think would you! You’re something else entirely, and I intend to find out what that is!”

Purah had frowned at that, eyes full of sorrow as they met his own with an apologetic sigh. But there was nothing the de-aged scientist could really say against the royal Sovreign of Hyrule, not as a Sheikah sworn to the service of the royal family. The woman/girl had offered him a sympathetic pat on the head later after climbing up to reach high enough to do so, as well as a few dumplings that Paya had sent on her grandmother’s behalf the day before. It was a welcome gesture, but amounted to so little on the grand scale of life. Not when so many others he had once called his friends had so blatantly rejected the mere sight of him.

Bolson and the other carpenters shied away from him with harsh whispers as they spat insults across the distance.

‘Half-blood’.

‘Gerudo Bastard’.

‘Freak’.

‘Demon’.

There were favorite insults spread from stable to stable and up and coming village to up and coming town and slowly all of Hyrule knew of the monster that had once been the hero. Gossip abounded, and he couldn’t even turn to shield his face with his hood without drawing attention to his arm.

It was only the koroks that welcomed him, themselves all too accustomed to the strange and ethereal. Them and the blupees.

Maybe it was the knowledge of how it felt to be shot at for his oddness that allowed him to ease into the graces of the flighty animals. And maybe it was his lonely heart crying for comfort, but when nestled in their midst, it almost reminded him of how it felt to be hugged by the salty veteran, on the rare occasional that the pink-haired hero had let down his guard.

The fairy’s tangled themselves in his hair and the blupees gathered at his feet, koroks dancing around him and flying to his side as if he was some sort of forest god, but the strange rise of his spirits in their presence shattered the instant a traveler caught sight of him.

Arrows and fire, once his favorite of weapons, were turned against him as words in every language of the New Hyrule had burst from the mouths of its people, and like his namesake, he ran before them, darting through the forest and fading in amidst the trees, hiding, incorporeal and translucent within the halls of the forest as those he’d once seen as allies pushed him away.

He’d begged the new Queen for aid, for relief or even just a word to the people that he wasn’t the evil they had come to think he was, but she only waved him aside with a purse of her lips. “You are not meant to be here without first asking.” The Child of Hylia declared, eyes as cold as the Shrine’s waters themself. “And why should I make a declaration on behalf of a man who refuses to even speak to me properly? You come groveling like a worm, yet for years it was I who you ignored. See how it feels, Sir Hero, to be the one left helpless at the hands of the country. Know what it is to be scorned by those who you thought would love you.”

He’d barely made it out of the window before the trainee guards of the newly repaired Hyrule Castle had caught him and Queen Zelda Diana Hyrule had stared after him with eyes colder than Hebra’s tallest peaks.

It was the Father Tree -the Deku Tree as the Queen had called it, but the koroks laughed at him for using the name, so he’d adjusted in kind- who suggested that he hide the changes, and he’d begun to wander Hyrule as much as possible to find the materials he would have needed.

The Queen still required his presence regularly so she could inspect him; her love of science no ways tainted as to stop her from ordering him to appear regularly, as there was now no need or safety in his acting as her guard. The Queen sought her people’s respect, and to employ such a being as himself, not Hylian and not quite mortal, would be to spark fear in the people. Indeed, when he skirted villages, he would wince at word of ‘the queen’s monster’ as gossip was traded. Those who didn’t see him themselves knew him as a beast of feral nature who lived amid the lost woods and destroyed any who came close.

“A specter that glows with the light of the shrines.” They would tell each other over campfires. “It has eyes like a ghost, empty and lost, with no care for humanity or Hylia’s chosen. They say it was once the Hero of this world, but he died ages ago.”

“I heard it’s the body, possessed by a being beyond this realm, a monster escaped from the edges of reality that tried to hide in our midst but corrupted it’s host so that it only scares away others, leaving it roam the earth in a shattered body. If you get too close to it though, it’ll take your instead.”

He’d stayed away from towns after that.

The blupees and koroks had been happy to help him to find what he needed to hide among the Hylians should he wish though, and two in particular guided him; the korok swinging little twigs like they were batons and humming swinging little shanties as it hopped along the path, the blupee snorting softly and nipping at his heels when he wandered too far, unnatural purple eyes staring up at him with something that was fondness and a reprimand all at once, and in their care he’d made his way across the land of Hyrule to find what would be needed to return to his once life.

The fairies and their Great cousins had been welcome help, and in time, he’d been able to walk amid the populace of Hyrule like any other, as long as he kept a long cloak about him and his hair pulled back to hide where the roots would begin showing again in gold and ethereal blue.

Once Hyrule had talked about needing to hide in his world, about the curse that followed him and made the Hylian people afraid. He’d thought it bizarre and ridiculous of the people at the time, but now he understood what it was to live it.

When the portal opened beneath his feet the day that the Queen had reprimanded him for concealing and potentially damaging the strange limb, startling the Skeikah scientists and Queen both, he’d nearly cried tears of relief.

He was going away, somewhere where he wasn’t a science project and where, unless they traveled to his world’s future, no one would know how much he had changed. His copy of the slate had enough hair dye to last him a few months, and he was certain he could make more over time, and as long as he continued wearing the tunics and gloves the fairies had helped him to adjust to hide the glow the others would probably never catch on. Or well, he could extend it anyway.

His brothers greeted him with open arms and teary eyes, and in a strange parallel to his adventure, he found himself thinking of blupees when Legend had curled against him, stiff and cold on the outside, but with fingers that clutched his tunic just a bit too tight to really be reluctant. And Four, Hyrule and Wind’s exuberant hugs and chatter brought to mind tiny forest people and koroks with twigs for batons.

It was good to be home.

It was good to cook for other people again, and they were glad to have him cook for them, even if his fondness for both Gerudo spiced dishes and fae like sweet things had increased exponentially during his newest adventure. It was good to fight at their sides, even if it was strange to once again have to take others into account before he could select a weapon. It was good to sit around a fire and talk with the others too, but that was perhaps the hardest one; it had been ages since he’d had a proper two-way conversation with anything other than a tree or a korok, and neither of those was good at either staying awake or staying focused for very long.

There were some harder things to adjust to though. Fire, for one. Unlike before when he’d have been happy to burn an enemy camp to the ground, now he was wary of using faming weapons or spreading heat further than necessary. The same went for hunting; he couldn’t bring himself to shoot an animal unless it attacked first or they needed the meat it would provide, and even then, he felt a bit bad for doing so. Is this what Twilight had felt like? Is this why the rancher never liked hunting? Because he too knew what it was like to be on the other end of the bow?

But the hardest thing by far to readjust to was his name.

‘Wild’ they had called him again, and after months of ‘the wild one’, ‘wild beast’, ‘monster’ and every other insult, slur or title that had been used on him, it made him flinch ever so slightly at the words. And unlike the other things where his brothers dismissed it as a change caused by his adventure or an increase of maturity, it was something that the others seemed to either not notice or to excuse as situational.

He had adapted though, learned to keep a smile on his face where blankness had once been required in his knightly duties, and the more he wore the mask the easier it was to put on again.

He’d reveled in traveling across time again, in dancing through battles and exploring the world without the Queen reprimanding him in her cold tones to stop wandering off. He’d pushed himself to learn more music in the last adventure, and even if his experience was more with what few instruments Ganon had had time to help him learn, he’d enjoyed sitting down with the others and borrowing one or another instrument to play a tune and sometimes he even got to sing.

He fell to comfortably into his role though, even with the changes, and he hadn’t even noticed when they’d come back to his world. To be fair, it was different in the daytime, and Hyrule had changed so much in the absence of her hero as he hid himself away from the eyes of civilization. Towns and roads had sprung up where there had only been fields before, and the Guardians that had littered the land had all been dug up and hauled to the castle to be either restored or destroyed by the Sheikah, depending on what Queen Zelda decided after she looked at them herself. The world was so different to him, so unlike that which he knew, that he’d failed to keep as alert as he ought to have been when he wandered about an open market with the others, laughing and chattering away with the other younger ones as Time and Legend herded them towards the needed stalls.

It was a traveler that was his downfall, a man who’d seen the Monster Hero and had been among the first to discover the disguise he wore.

No questions were asked when the word spread, and Wild hadn’t caught on to the whispers until a stone had struck his cheek and he was stumbling forwards on the path.

“Wild!” Twilight was at his side in a minute, Time right after him as Legend launched a barrage of insults at the guilty party who’d thrown the thing.

“’m fine.” He was careful to wipe the blood away with his cloak, holding the fabric to the wound to prevent bluish blood seeping down his face and exposing him to his brothers. He wanted to keep them as long as possible and proving himself to be a monster, not even Hylian, would surely have them turning their backs on him.

“Get away from him!” A woman scolded, grabbing ahold of two of the younger heroes while several other shoppers had like ways grabbed Legend and Sky. “Are you dears alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Freaking what?” Legend shrieked. “Who’s the injured party here?”

“I’d avoid that thing, son.” A man huffed through a frankly walrus like mustache, eyes hard as they trailed to where Wild stood, cloak still pressed to his cheek as he attempted to wave off a fussing Twilight and Time. “It’s not natural. Sure, it looks like a normal Hylian, but that’s just an effective ruse.”

Another villager nodded. “It’s one of the Calamity’s puppets, a Gerudo-Bastard set on destroying the kingdom!”

“He’s the freaking hero!” Legend shrieked, barely being held back by a steely eyed Sky. “He saved all your freaking asses and all you can do is insult his flipping guts? Who’s the-”

“Enough.” There were few times that Sky’s voice reached levels worse than Twilight’s growls, but the stern command, regal and firm, froze all present as the man stiffened with a cold nod towards the villagers. “I see we are unwelcome here, and with that being the case it would be wise to spend our rupees elsewhere. Legend,” A tug to the boy’s shoulders. “Let’s join the others and be out of their hair. If they cannot be welcoming and kind to our brother than they will not receive our patronage.” And like a swan gathering it’s cygnets, Sky swept down the street, cape fluttering as he ushered the rest of them out of the town and back to the safety of the wilds. The village stared after them with wide eyes, as if they’d just been judged by a breathing god.

The stiffness in Sky’s shoulders faded as they neared the edge of the forest, and instantly the Chosen Hero been tutting over Wild, gently but firmly prying his hand away from his face with a kind smile that almost set Wild at ease. Almost.

“It’s fine, it’s just a scrape.”

“Still.” Sky crooned softly. “I’d rather we clean it up now and make sure it’s nothing worse than let it sit and get infected later.”

And though he’d tried to fight, his single Hylian hand was no match for the firm grip of the Skyloftian, and within minutes his face was exposed to the shocked faces and flickering eyes of his brothers.

“It’s blue...” Wind breathed as Hyrule darted forwards, hands already glowing softly only for them to stutter to a stop over Wild’s skin.

“It’s... Wild, why is your blood- why is-” The healer’s eyes had flickered golden for a moment, wide as they stared up at him. “What happened to you-”

“What the freak!” Legend had startled, blinking in surprise as he stared. “Your eyes are glowing!”

Shit! The healing properties of the arm had already taken affect and it was making everything act up all weird! He shot a glance down at his arm, one hand raising to tangle in the long hair he couldn’t even see at the moment, praying silently beneath his breath that nothing was showing through. It wasn’t, but that didn’t change how Hyrule had come to fixate on his right arm, or how the healer's fingers hovered over it sparking and eyes twinkling as he whispered softly under his breath.

“Wild.” Time had sighed. “I think this one is going to need an explanation.”

All the breath left his lung in instants.

He’d panicked to say the least and Time had eventually shooed the others away to make camp as the eldest hero had sat at his side, waiting silently for him to regulate his breathing. Touch was too much right now, and any attempts from the others to ease him down or help him level out his breathes had only made him panic more. But when at last his blue eyes blinked back to clarity it was to see Time sitting at his side, a gentle tune wafting from the Ocarina at his lips.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, trying his hardest not to startle Time or otherwise make the situation worse. “I should have said something, I know. I just- missed being Wild and I wanted to come back and be normal and I didn’t want to-”

“It’s alright.” Time’s voice rumbled softly, a single blue eye turning to him with a pained look, even as the man offered him a hint of a smile. “None of us talk about our adventures either.”

“Yes, but you’re people.” He sighed, rubbing the fingers of his glove together. “You’re allowed to choose things.”

There was pain in Time’s voice when their leader answered. “And you’re not?”

“I’m not Hylia anymore.” He whispered. “I don’t count.”

“You count to us.”

“That’s because you don’t know.”

Time shifted, turning to face him fully as the ocarina was set firmly in the grass. “That’s because you’re family and we care. Wild, I don’t care if Demise himself named you the king of the dead, you’re still my kid and Nayru knows I’m not going to let you go without a fight. If that means fighting you, alright, but you’d best better believe that no amount of physical or mental changes will break the bonds we all have with you.”

Something, something damaged and crushed and stitched up and torn open again clenched inside of him, tears pricking at his eyes as he stared up at Time’s royal blue gaze. “W-what?”

“You could be granted godhood, made a monster, I don’t care. You’re ours and you’ll have to deal with that.” Time smiled, warm even with the pain in his eyes as he looked down at him. “So how about you start again, maybe with the facts rather than the insults. Or,” Time softened, brows furrowing lightly. “If you want, we can just sit here and you can choose to talk about this later. We do need to know, so we can help you and keep you safe, but you don’t have to tell us right now. You can take some time to figure out what you want to say if you need.”

And, well, shoot him, but Time’s arms had always been a safe place and there was one thing he’d wanted more than anything since he had come back. Wild threw himself into his grand-mentor's arms with a soft sob, clutching tightly to the other, ignoring the armor and its sharp points and awkward shapes as he tried to hold back all the emotions swirling in his chest.

Time’s arms folding around him broke the floodgates though, and when the man’s hand had stroked through his shortened hair, he’d had to bury his face in Tim’s neck to muffle his sobs.

“There, there,” Time hummed softly, rocking slowly as he held the broken wild hero. “Let it out, little one. I have you, I’ve got you and I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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Yay requests open! If you don't mind was wondering could I request prince Dabi claiming a beloved prince of an invaded kingdom as his prize

You guys really do like your Todorokis and overdone metaphors, don’t you? I can’t say I’m much better, but I might as well have a little fun while I’m at it. Dabi’s not exactly the poetic type, though…

TW: Slight Dehumanization, Slight Violence, and Abuse of Power.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d played a little too far into your role. Your tribe was nomadic, sure, following flock migrations and moving whenever survival deemed it necessary, but war paint seemed like a little much. The look wasn’t helped by the cape of feathers that’d been draped over your shoulders and the leather plating weighing down on your chest, making it harder to breathe the longer you were stuck in that costume. It felt wrong, unnatural, too much to be anything but see-through.

But, you were lucky. Dabi and his clan were just as theatrical as your little get-up.

Your imprisonment was as swift as it was sudden. One moment you were in the chief’s tent, preparing for the oncoming invasion, and the next you were being dragged out of your home and into a circle of soldiers, hands tied behind your back and legs in shackles, the chain between your ankles just long enough to allow you a few stuttered steps. Although you’d never seen the man, you could identify Dabi the moment you saw him. Scars from head to toe, burning blue eyes, hair as dark as soiled ash..

You couldn’t have asked for a better monster to face, even if you’d wanted to.

“Is this it?” He asked, as soon as you were in front of him. His underlings released you, remaining an arm’s length or so away, but there was no need for the insurance. You were frozen the moment his eyes met yours. “You’re hardly the great leader our communications made you out to be. A couple heads too short, if you know what I mean. Is that why our lion felt the need to bare its claws early on?”

The crowd jeered, both in laughter and insult, and you went stiff, holding yourself a little taller. “I never claimed to be a lion,” You started, pushing your shoulders forward defensively. “Maybe you were just startled, General. Not all of us can recognize a housecat’s shadow at first glance.”

You expected his smile to fall, for your comment to be met with pain much harsher than anything words could inflict, but Dabi’s smirk only seemed to broaden at the small show of resistance. You hadn’t been sure what to expect from Shigaraki’s make-shift country, if you were being honest. They were a collection of villains, of thieves and murderers and brutes only looking after their own survival, but you supposed Dabi made a good face for that sort of chaos. He wasn’t wearing a uniform, a medal hanging from his waist being the only display of his rank, but he held himself as if he was. The sheer amount of confidence that radiated from him was enough to make standing your ground difficult, the options of trembling and running becoming more and more tempting as he took a step forward, then another, until the space between you was all-but closed.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you?” The question was simple on its own, but there was a mocking undertone. Anger melded with your fear, forming something much darker than either emotion could ever hope to achieve. “Your little pride made itself at home in a territory claimed by my master, and refused to pay the justified price we asked to smooth-over such an intrusion. Tender warnings never go far with beasts so feral.”

“Oh, so I should’ve been more forceful while explaining our customs?” You didn’t try to mask the venom in your voice. Why would you? More frustration on Dabi’s part would only mean a faster death on yours. “We move for the seasons, nothing else. No force on the part of you or the gods could possibly change our path. No one is harmed by our actions. Your ‘master’ is simply too paranoid that someone will try to play with his toys, and you happen to be the idiot he sent to guard them.”

Dabi grinned, baring his teeth. “You little bitch--”

He was cut off by two figures breaking through the circle, a shorter girl just as malicious as the boy in front of you and an unremarkable man, the expression painted across his face nothing short of anxious. She didn’t waste time, not seeming to fear the consequences of her announcement. “There’s no one here,” She said, plainly, not particularly interested in the statement. “Not a soul. The whole village’s empty, and there aren’t any tracks, either. It’s as abandoned as they come.”

Dabi’s attention snapped towards you, but you were lunging before he could act. It wasn’t hard to retrieve the dagger strapped to the inside of your cloak, the weapon ripped free in a matter of seconds, your bonds cut through in the blink of an eye. You weren’t a warrior, you weren’t strong, but you didn’t have to be. He was standing so close, so unarmed, all you had to do was find his heart and carve--

You were on the ground in an instant, rocks and gravel digging into your cheek. A firm hand pressed into the small of your back, your knife in its twin, the edge of the blade ghosting against your neck. His hold was crushing, heavy and suffocating, but his silence was more oppressive than the humiliation could ever be. Fortunately, it was broken as quickly as it’d been brought on. “Where are your people?” He snarled, bringing the dagger a little closer when you failed to answer. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. Tell me, and I might think about sparing your miserable life.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if the sound was muffled by your own grit teeth. “They’re gone. I’m the only person you’ll find within a day’s travel. Everyone else is somewhere safe where you’ll never find.”

“Damnit.” The curse was mumbled, his voice too low for anyone else to hear. Still, you let yourself relax. His failure could only mean wonderful things for your tribe. “Who are you, then? An honorable hero who refused to run? The self-sacrificing heir?”

“The self-sacrificing heir’s younger sibling,” You corrected. “My father decided he loved his second-born less.”

You expected a retort, but Dabi only let out a breathy laugh, sitting up and pulling the knife away from your throat. He addressed his men with the same authoritative facade he carried with him, as if it’d never slipped out of place. “Check the tents for supplies, then burn whatever isn’t useful. I don’t want to see anything but a cloud of smoke by the time we leave.” Holding your breath, you waited for Dabi to release you or kill you or do something, but the blow never came. Instead, thin fingers tangled themselves in your hair, jerking your head to the side and forcing you to meet those terrible, fiery, predatory eyes.

“Make it quick, too. I’ve got a new kitty to train.”

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dansnaturepictures · 4 years ago

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18/09/2020-Friday at Lakeside and home: Once again these pictures different to the ones I tweeted today

I took two nice Lakeside walks and saw wildlife and took photos during what was my last day at work for a week as we are heading to Norfolk for a holiday tomorrow to explore its various and renowned birdwatching sights. I shall look forward to being back there for the third time after an early spring/late winter and summer visit in 2013 to there, Suffolk and other areas nearby. I must of course mention that this was a holiday planned since last year and whilst I thought as has happened it was likely the one booked holiday this year we’d keep in light of the pandemic assuming nothing changes drastically between now and the morning and we do go it didn’t always look likely we’d be able to do this trip. We know as much as everyone else the situation the country is now in we have not beaten this pandemic by any means the last couple of weeks have taught us that. But restrictions currently allow us to stay away from home and do primarily birdwatching but really everything nature and photography where we naturally will be social distancing when out within our household and all of our trips will be firmly within those directives at all times and we will maintain our hand washing regimes and things and do all we can whilst away as we would at home to protect ourselves and others.

It turned into quite a day to end the week and herald my latest time off, as I took or I should say produced over 40 photographs and saw some great stuff in yet again brilliant sunny and hot conditions perfect for a Friday. I took the first picture in this photoset of one of two Magpies out the back this morning I saw Goldfinches and Robin and Blue Tit in the garden first thing a very exciting garden bird trio for me. After as I said on Wednesday I found the grass all mowed on the green out the front and the mushrooms I’d been enjoying lately precious ones gone, I was dismayed this lunch time to see the what was left untouched flower patch in the estate where I’ve photographed so many amazing flowers like Californian poppies this year right from the very start of lockdown and did so a lot the past two weeks had also been mowed completely as a photo I tweeted earlier shows in part. I really did find it wrong and incomprehensible, whilst I appreciate maintenance regimes are in place at this time of year, that in a September heatwave that has brought out many butterflies and bees that depend on flowers, it could be ordered that such beautiful beings could be completely mowed down for no particular reason. Not something I will ever understand really. I took the second picture in this photoset of equally mowed down now areas within Lakeside Country Park when I got there after enjoying some purple mushrooms again just across the track at the east of the site. My walk was rather general today and took in so much of the park given all being well I won’t see this place for a week which is different this year given how much time I spend here in the week.

I had brought my bridge camera with me today which as I’ve said before I don’t do everyday due to how close I had got to my beloved Great Crested Grebe chicks this week I thought it might be worth a go to get some really closeup shots again. I had previously tried to bring the bridge camera every Friday for a bit until the images and opportunities got a bit samey. But today I seemed to call it right like I had seemed to before as to when to bring the camera as I saw them quite close on the concorde lake and I got to really lap up chances to photograph this family of birds with the ever growing chicks getting very close and taking pictures of an adult and all three of the three chicks I saw today to varying degrees. They really do look very much ready to become more adult birds now it takes time for their plumage to get to that symbolic of the species adult plumage though. All of these photos of the birds within the stunning blue of the water reflecting that bright blue sky. It was also lovely to see the chicks diving more and more capturing this for one of the other pictures I tweeted and see the food passes with the adult giving the chicks fish and it was nice to see how capably a chick swallowed quite a large fish. More very previous times with these some of my favourite birds which I loved today. I took the third and fourth pictures in this photoset of these birds today. As I moved on as well as seeing some beautiful michaelmas daisies a key part of autumn I could just reach looking over the side of the lake to take a picture of I tweeted I enjoyed seeing the tree I took the fifth picture in this photoset of.

I then headed home and took the sixth picture in this photoset of another sunflower growing around the house in the area of flowers on the outside of our fence beside the back garden I have loved seeing sunflowers locally this year, as well as seventh picture in this set of another crow the Jackdaw on the same roof visible from my room as the Magpie. I took a short evening walk as I often do on a Friday to bring the week to a close, when on the way I took the eighth picture in this photoset of sky I took lots of nice sky ones this afternoon as some cloud joined the sun, I also took the ninth and tenth more autumnal pictures of an apple tree and berries. It was interesting on the walk to see Box Tree moths on the green area and in Lakeside something I’ve seen so much at home this summer so it was interesting to see it somewhere else. A great end to a quite quick it seemed and another enjoyable one thanks for all your support during it. Like with every holiday for me if I can upload my images on the nights away if the wi-fi is good enough I will if not I have a plan together to get all my blogs and photos out in a staggered way when home like I did with my Devon and Cornwall weekend away photos. I hope once again that you all stay safe and well, have a great weekend and new week and know I am always here for you all.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: One of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe, Moorhen, Coot, Mallard, Mute Swan, Black-headed Gull, Robin, Goldfinch, Blue Tit, Starling, House Sparrow, Woodpigeon, Collared Dove, Feral Pigeon, Magpie, Jackdaw, Carrion Crow, Large White, Comma, Box Tree moth, Common Darter and another big dragonfly possibly the Migrant Hawker I’ve seen this week again.

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Darren Shan (1st novel series I bought). I can’t decide which manga is my fav...too many. Favorite flower: Rose, coz its the first flower I draw beside the traditional five petal flower. And Jasmine, since I used to have it in my house (now my family lost that house forever and my father tried to plant it over and over but it got trampled by anything) and I love the smell. Favorite scent: Anything slightly sweet (but I can’t stand heavy scent even if its sweet, like the one from perfume. Lighty scented perfume is ok). Food scent but not for my bedroom (special mention to "rica-rica”=crushed/sliced/even blended chilis mixed with whatever seasoning u like. How I know which one is to my liking, I just have to smell it and if its successful in making me droll...that’s the one). Favorite color: Pink, White, Black, Blue, Green and Red. Favorite animal: Rabbit (but I don’t like keeping a pet or petting animal or worse, licked... just don’t touch me...I just like seeing them). Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Hot cocoa. I love chocolate. But I often drink tea, since its lighter. Average sleep hours: it can be 3-4 hours if its a busy time/hobby time, but usually 6-7 hours. When its holiday..I can sleep up too 12 hours, someone need to wake me or make busy so I don’t sleep, since I can sleep while sitting. Cat or dog person?: cat, just because I often see it in fanarts. Favorite fictional characters: spare me...that’s a lot. And i’m too lazy too type that much right now. Just check out my tumblr ;D. Aaargh, maybe just a little... 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Number of blankets you sleep with: One, and its just a very comfy and super thin sheet. I used to have two proper blanket, but one got thrown by my family since its so worn out (my beloved childhood blanket *sobsobs*), we have a funny fights since I’m so adamant on keeping it. And another one is too big to bring everywhere since I currently not in my hometown... Dream trip: World tour, which include: Japan, Library of Congress, Culinary tour, Italy, Petra, everything art related, beaches (pink beach), etc. Blog created: tumblr? most of my soc med are dedicated to reblog things I like or specially made to connect with people (which has nothing like my tumblr), meanwhile in tumblr at least I can post some of my personal desire. Number of followers: 135?? since when??! (just checking it to reply this post..WOW!).

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