#frogmouth clothing

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I'm not explaining a thing and I don't apologise for anything, have a tawny frogmouth fancam i made

[leadshootingcupid]

hi hi!

soo, i've been reading about australian birds recently, and they’re so much more colorful and unique than the ones I grew up with! do you have any favorites, or are there any you'd like to talk about? i'd love to listen.

and, on another note... do you have any tips for staying warm? i’m freezing in this gloomy weather...

have a good one, yea? don’t forget to drink water and take breaks while working.

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Hey mate! Nice to see ya.

Ah, there's a ton, of course, 'n I'd prolly be able to break the character limit in this thing if ya gave me the time.

Engie brought up Kookaburras not too long ago, so that's gonna be a good one to get more into. They got massively strong beaks on their li'l bodies, which helps 'em with their carnivore diet - even eatin small mammals 'n other birds if they can catch 'em.

Laughin' Kookaburras are monogamous, 'n they stay with the same partner for life. Sweet li'l critters.

They also call 'em the "bushman's alarm clock" - 'n they do that for good reason, let me tell ya. LOUD buggers they are.

'N they do sound like they're laughin. Not as offputtin' as a hyena may be (not by a long shot, if yer askin ol' Sniper), but it might scare ya straight if ya wake up to hearin' it for the first time.

Other ones I'd count to my favorites gotta be Rainbow Lorikeets, Tawny Frogmouths (ya GOTTA look those up if ya haven't seen em yet), Southern Cassowaries 'n Rock Parrots.

We also got penguins! Little Penguins, to be exact. Someone got bloody bored on choosin' names right there, HAH. They also 'em Fairy Penguins, though. I like the colorin' on those. Buggers look blue-ish when light hits 'em right.

As far as stayin' nice 'n warm goes... ya definitely gotta onion layer yer clothes, put on good socks 'n a good jacket, make sure yer inner layers keep as dry as possible if yer outside, 'n absolutely keep yer neck covered.

A scarf might not look like much, but it can save yer life.

For better advice, ya might actually wanna ask our big guy instead. He's got a lot more experience when it comes to not freezin' than yer Aussie does.

Anyhow, you take care too, will ya?

'Preciate ya. October 's gettin busy but 's nothin the the team 'n I can't handle. 'N I did sober up 'n drink a bunch of water today anyway, ok. Thanks, mate.

[astralarias]

I have a theory/fanfiction about why we aren’t getting as many “low fantasy”/historical/not flashy armors and it’s just that. We only get like 8 sets per year. Whoever is designing these is probably to make these “cool” and “worthwhile”…. But I want more normal things!!!! Give me a frogmouth helm!!!!!

That is a good point yeah!! I can imagine the modern clothes do sell much better, there was so much hype around the swimsuits and recent skirt/socks for example (from myself included!!).

There's another game I play where the devs have said outright that they have to make bigger, flashier items because the smaller more plain ones simply don't do as well, so it isn't worth it from management's point of view. Which makes sense! I feel like game dev is a delicate balance, especially for an MMO.

I will say we've been getting some very nice earnable skins, though, so I wonder if it'll be gemstore = cool "modern" clothes, and achievements / crafting = more "realistic" fantasy skins, as a trend going forward.

[naturesnest1]

Explore the birds of Goa: An adventure into the wonderland of nature

Goa is famous for its stunning beaches and vibrant nightlife, but it is also a paradise for nature lovers and adventure seekers. The promise of “Birds of Goa” and adventure in Goa makes it a perfect destination for those looking for a mix of peace and excitement. In this blog post, we will learn about the unique experiences for bird watchers and adventure seekers in Goa.

Birds of Goa: A bird watcher's paradise

Goa's diverse ecosystem, from lush forests and wetlands to coastal areas, provides a rich habitat for a variety of bird species. Bird watching in Goa is a fascinating experience, with over 450 species recorded in the region. Whether you are a seasoned bird watcher or a curious nature lover, Goa's bird diversity will leave you mesmerized.

Top bird watching spots in Goa

Salim Ali Bird Sanctuary:

Named after the famous ornithologist Dr Salim Ali, this sanctuary is located on the Chorao Island. It is a bird watcher's paradise, where one can spot species such as the Indian Blackbird, Pintail Duck and Little Bittern. The best time to visit is early morning or late afternoon, when the birds are most active.

Bondla Wildlife Sanctuary:

Though the sanctuary is small, it is rich in biodiversity and is a great place for bird watching. Species such as the Malabar Grey Hornbill, Ruby-throated Bulbul and Velvet-fronted Nuthatch can be seen here. Bondla also has nature trails and a small zoo, making it an ideal place for a family outing.

Cotigao Wildlife Sanctuary:

Located in South Goa, this sanctuary is known for its dense forests and tall trees. Bird watchers can spot species like the White-bellied Woodpecker, Malabar Trogon and the rare Sri Lankan Frogmouth here.

Adventures in Goa: Thrills beyond the beaches

Goa is not just about serene landscapes and peaceful bird watching; it is also home to thrilling adventures. From water sports to trekking, there are plenty of activities in Goa that promise adventure.

Top Adventure Activities in Goa

Water Sports: 

Goa's beaches are perfect for a variety of water sports. Try your hand at parasailing, jet-skiing, windsurfing or scuba diving. Popular beaches like Baga, Anjuna and Palolem offer various water sports facilities that ensure you have an exciting time.

Trekking: 

For those who love the outdoors, trekking in Goa is an adventure you should not miss. The trails that pass through the Western Ghats and Dudhsagar Falls give you breathtaking views and a chance to witness the natural beauty of Goa. The trek to the Tambdi Surla Falls is particularly popular, which includes a visit to an ancient temple as well as an adventurous hike.

Kayaking and River Rafting: 

Enjoy Goa's backwaters and rivers by going kayaking or river rafting. These activities offer a unique way to experience Goa's natural beauty while also providing a thrilling adventure. The Mandovi and Zuari rivers are popular spots for these activities.

A combination of bird watching and adventure

For a great experience, combine your hobby of bird watching with adventure activities. Many tour operators in Goa offer packages that include bird watching trips followed by adventure activities like kayaking or trekking. This combination ensures that you get the best of both worlds, enjoying the peace of nature and adventure.

Planning Your Trip

Best Time to Visit: 

The ideal time for nature and adventure trips in Goa is from November to February. The weather is pleasant and it is the best time for bird watching and outdoor activities.

What to Pack: 

Bring comfortable clothes suitable for both bird watching and adventure activities. Don't forget to pack essentials like binoculars, camera, sunscreen and insect repellent.

Sustainable Travel: 

Respect the natural environment by following eco-friendly practices. Walk on designated trails, avoid disturbing wildlife, and support local conservation efforts.

Conclusion

Goa offers a unique blend of serene bird watching and thrilling adventures, making it a perfect destination for nature and adventure enthusiasts. Whether you are amazed at the diverse “Birds of Goa” or looking for an adrenaline rush with various adventure activities, Goa promises an unforgettable experience. Plan your trip today and immerse yourself in the wonders and adventures of nature in Goa.

[ponderingandreflecting]

Undertale AU

The Au is called Underwing. It's a bit more unique than other au's not just in how some characters look but also in how somethings are gone entirely. [see tags]

Overview

The monster's lost the war earlier than their other counterparts. After the monster's were sealed underground they explored their new home and discovered it was many degrees hotter than the above world. As the years went by they settled down until the first creature appeared. It viciously attacked the monsters causing them to flee. As more and more creatures appeared the monsters knew they had to adapt and as they did, so did their environment. The monsters grew giant trees which they then created homes around building bridges to connect them to one another. They also grew to have bird feathers on their clothes. Some became more bird-like than others. The culture also adapts with the monsters. After this the same timeline follows up until we get to Frisk. Frisk goes through with a Neutral run before going on to do a Genocide run. Raven is the only survivor and the Genocide run causes the world to glitch. Once Raven returns home, the AU is entirely empty. No human, no monsters, even the other human souls seem to be missing. The only living things around were the Creatures.

Before

When Frisk first falls into the underground they land on a large suspended net. It has a couple of vines wrapped around the edges. Flowey is an Oleander flower instead of the regular yellow. Toriel comes and saves you, she has iridescent hummingbird feathers on her outfit. 

The Ruins are built into redwood trees and the occasional normal oak trees. The bridges are a deepish red like the trees and some seem to be the tree branches warped into bridges. Napstablook is still a ghost but as a Potoo. The Froggits have Frogmouth feathers along their backs, and Whimsun looks like a Humming-bird Hawk-moth, Moldsmal, Loox, Migosp, and Vegitoid are all the same and so is the spider bake sale. After leaving the Ruins Frisk falls again and lands on another net and are now in the Leaffall outskirts

Leaffall is the Snowdin of this place except there's no snow. It's all trees, Oak, Pine, and much more. Sans is a female but continues to go by Sans. She doesn't have any feathers when Frisk meets her and instead has down along the edge of her hoodie. Papyrus has Greater Bird-of-Paradise feathers along the end of his scarf. As Frisk travels instead of the normal piles of snow there'll be leaf piles. The Royal Guard is referred to as the Royal Flock. Snowdrake and Chilldrake both have Muscovy Duck feathers, Icecap has a Pileated Woodpecker feathers, Gryftrot has partridge feathers and his horns have vines growing on them along with a few tiny nests, Dogamy and Dogaressa have lovebird feathers. Doggo is a Catahoula Leopard Dog, Lesser Dog is a Treeing Walker Coonhound, and Greater Dog is a New Guinea Singing Dog. The Snowman is just a voice coming from a hollowed our tree and eyes. They give Frisk a pinecone to take. Grillby is a Phoenix. The other residents are the same. 

Next is Lavafall which takes the place of Waterfall. As the name suggests, instead of water it's all lava. The trees don't have any leaves and are all charred and some are on fire but don't seem to be burning. Most of the bridges still have some wood to them but there are parts that have been replaced by stone. The monsters that would usually be aquatic are now built to survive in lava. Monster Kid is now Monster Hatchling and has Kiwi feathers on his outfit. Undyne is an Osprey, Mad Dummy is a cassowary. There are no echo flowers in the area. Onionsan appears to be a fire bird from Russian folktales, Aaron has a tail of fire and Woshua instead has lava instead of water. Shyrien has Red-eyed Vireo feathers as a part of her hair. The Temmies have finch feathers except for Bob who has Waxwing feathers. Gerson is a Golden Eagle with messy feathers. 

Onwards is Sandland taking the place of Hotland. Before entering Frisk takes a pair of goggles and mask from a nearby box. Hotland is constantly having sandstorms with the bridges swaying while the trees built near them, Palm and Acacia, stay sturdy against the high winds. Alphys has Greater Horned Owl feathers on her lab coat, Mettaton has Peacock feathers and his Neo form is him as a full peacock, Muffet is a Goliath Birdeater, Royal Flock 01 and 02 both have armor with Greater Roadrunner feathers on their shoulders. Burgerpants is some sort of parrot, Bratty has Egyptian Plover feathers she added to her hair, Catty has Egret feathers she added to her nails. Instead of meeting amalgamations, Frisk would stumble upon some of the Creatures Alphas has and is able to drive them away. 

Last is New Home. It's a lot like the Ruins just minus the vines. Asgore has Philippine Eagle feathers on his entire cape and his trident is made of his feathers. Asriel would have Ivory-billed woodpecker feathers on his outfit.

Now

Since all of the original residents are dead except for Sans/ Raven the AU has made some changes. The original house the skeletons had before was expanded and now houses Raven, Blackbird, Crow, and Robin and has a few extra rooms. The Library was torn down and expanded also. Most of the areas are left abandoned since the four live mostly in Leaffall and last parts of the Ruins. Parts of the bridges outside Leaffall have fallen in disrepair and the only way to get across is to have the ability to travel through air either through flying, floating, or riding something or be able to travel through the trees by climbing and jumping. The Core doesn't even work half the time so the few lights available are in Leaffall anyways and they're powered independently by a generator in the library.

The AU itself is also hard to find. It seems to mostly be accessible to those who are running from something or looking for something. This may be a new home, a place to belong, or someone they know. Most people who do appear here don't stay since the AU is unforgiving in nature and takes more than it gives. The amount of skill needed to just travel to other parts of the AU and the general heat definitely has people thinking twice of staying.

Other

I might do other post either about the culture of the au, or what the oc's I have are like, most likely Raven and Blackbird first. I'll definitely be doing post on The Under and the Creatures that live down there.

[jimbell]

Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides) is a frogmouth bird that is native to the Australian mainland and Tasmania. Frogmouths are a group of nocturnal birds that are related to owlet-nightjars, swifts, and hummingbirds. This one is trying to convince me that it’s a branch. Unfortunately the shade cloth isn’t helping. Was on my way back to the house with an arm full of washing so the photography was hard to do. Quite common but their camoflage is so good that you usually don’t notice them. #Frogmouth #TawnyFrogmouth #PodargusStrigoides #Bottlebrush #abcmygarden #camoflage #bird #AustralianNative https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tawny_frogmouth https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:FamilyOfFour.jpg (at Belmont, New South Wales, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoojQ5Cv_gY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ifihadallthewords]

Finally wearing this to a derby practice tonight, because it fits my mood of the last few days.

[nomanwalksalone]

ERSATZ FRENCHNESS

by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans

Greg, the Man of No Man Walks Alone, once told me he couldn’t stand the fake “fallen noble” look of Arnys, which was once a niche shop on Paris’ Left Bank and is now a minor legend in the fashion firmament. It is known more widely than is what it was known for, so it stands for many things now that it did not or should not have while it was still a quaint, shockingly expensive store one could visit, as I often did.

It was, as I write in my manuscript, the French exception made physical, an expression of Gallic bravado that denied Waterloo and Brummell and postulated a wardrobe for a modern Enlightenment intellectual, all foppish faux-Bohemia, bound buttonholes, flared jackets, frogmouth pockets, turnback cuffs.

Of course, anyone who claims to be an intellectual – let alone claims to dress like an intellectual – is the worst sort of insufferable poseur, the kind who definitely should be spelled with a “u.”

Nonetheless, while it existed, it was a charming, mostly harmless (except to François Fillon) backwater, dressing the gauche caviar from François Mitterrand (hats) to Yves Saint-Laurent (custom suits), and selling an idea of foppish Frenchness to foreigners.

Philippe Trétiack points out that Arnys made itself a standard-bearer of invented French style only in its last few decades of existence, as the classic British clothing that it used to sell fell out of style. Berluti acquired it knowing that an intangible – the Arnys mythos – can be easily redefined without losing its mythic status.  

I was reminded of all this coming across a listing on a watch sale site for a watch from L. Leroy, another little-known brand bound up with French identity. So bound up, in fact, that in the 2000s Arnys put out a catalog featuring Leroy watches and, apparently, sold some of them, since this watch’s seller notes that he in fact purchased his watch from Arnys.

Like Arnys, Leroy (now completely domiciled and made in Switzerland) has laid more claim to a distinctive Frenchness than it may be able to deliver. It has a glorious heritage that cannot help recall a much better known watchmaker of distantly French origin, Breguet.  Like Abraham-Louis Breguet, the first M. Leroy was an 18th-century Parisian watchmaker. He supposedly invented the first automatic watch (that is, a watch powered by the wearer’s movements, not requiring winding), and even shared it with Breguet. Like Breguet, Leroy provided watches to the household of Emperor Napoleon (Breguet supposedly invented the first wristwatch for Napoleon’s sister in law the Queen of Naples, while Leroy became the Emperor’s official watchmakers). Where Dumas gave Breguets to his most plutocratic or larcenous fictional characters in The Count of Monte Cristo, his real life character Ali Pasha actually did buy watches from Leroy. Both watchmakers were saved from gradual decline when wealthy multibrand conglomerates acquired them to make them into luxury flagships (Swatch in the case of Breguet, Festina a few years later in the case of Leroy).  

The relaunched Leroy’s watches even echoed the design features of Breguet watches: many even used Breguet numerals, a beautiful italicized font Abraham-Louis Breguet supposedly invented. The Leroy-Arnys watch also has the engine-turned texturing known as guilloché work that’s been a house style of Breguet for decades, as well as a beautifully useless moonphase complication in the Breguet style: the moonphase window itself is shaped like a crescent moon, its bottom edge like puffy clouds for the moon on the dial to rise and set from.

Just as Berluti didn’t just recraft Arnys, Festina didn’t just re-engineer watches: they remade the heritage of their newly acquired heritage brands into something more palatable for broader international markets. For Berluti, that meant turning Arnys into a half-memory of craft and bespoke, instead of a strangely captivating niche of colorful styles, clothes and textures. A national identity is difficult for a brand in the absence of existing received ideas. After relaunch, Leroy walked back its announcement that it would validate its heritage by bringing watchmaking back to France, realizing that the “made in Switzerland” brand was essential for a watch name that would be completely new to most customers. Just as for most men, French style suggests either ladies’ couture or Pierre Cardin tackiness, or at best the monochromatic manorexia of Hedi Slimane’s clothes for Dior Homme years ago. Not Arnys’ invented experiments, the noblesse déchue look Greg rightly decried.  Who but foreigners or snobs would want to dress like that? Yet all of us who have ersatz identities can’t help the fascination, the fascination of an instantly created heritage, of belonging to some centuries-old distinguished family line. What son of diaspora like me could say no? God bless you, watch seller, for giving me the opportunity to remember how easily we can create such seductive identities. To wear Arnys would mark me as alien even more than any accent, to buy a watch like that even more a fool, having learned I can barely afford even one foolish habit, with all of its affectations.

We all want to belong, somewhere. So often the purchase we think will make us belong only sets us farther apart.

[yanisacas]

Peace Day 2019

Peace day is a school event that many students look forward to as there are many activities and food vendors, as well as it being a casual clothes day. This year for Peace day, the school council has decided on the theme of ‘Community and Togetherness’, with the colour scheme being golden hour (or in simple terms, sunset themed). In the beginning of the academic year, the council settled on the idea of creating peace bamboo poles for each paired house (boy and girl house) to hang inspirational messages and it is to be decorated as desired. The sixteen houses are also split into four groups, where they have to run and organise a stall for the students to participate in- to encourage the theme of a community and togetherness.

As Kingfisher house captain, I had to take the responsibility of setting up the bamboo poles as well as getting the students in the house to write a little message about what peace means to them. One of the main challenges that I had to face was that the Monarch house captain and I were the only ones who were available on the day of the setting up. This was a big obstacle that we had to overcome as the poles were quite large and it was definitely not a two-person task. We were incredibly fortunate enough for a few other students to help us build the bamboo poles. In the evening, I went around asking students in my house to write down on a piece of paper what the meaning of peace is and what it is to them. 

For the other activity that the council had to set up, the eight paired houses had to join with another pair and decide on an activity that they would like to run. We, Kingfisher and Monarch, were paired with Sandpiper and Frogmouth. Together we decided on a sponge throwing stall to raise awareness for a local charity. The main purpose of the stall was for the students and teachers to enjoy peace day. A teacher is sat on a chair with a target around their head. Each student or teacher who pays $1 gets the opportunity to throw three wet sponges at the teacher’s head. Overall, the stall was very entertaining and it attracted many students and teachers solely because it was extremely amusing. This activity allowed the students to come together as a community due to people standing and watching the action unfold. 

18/09/19

Creativity; Service: the money raised was for charity

[bloodinkworlds]

Goblin Week 2019: THE DARK LORD IS DEAD

Second entry for Goblin Week! I eventually want to turn this into an actual novel but the idea’s been rattling around my head and I wanted to try whipping something up, Goblin Week is the perfect place to start.

For years, The Dark Lord has commanded armies of goblins and other monstrous races against his foes... but for some reason, he hasn’t appeared for weeks.

One Goblin’s curiosity finally proves too much to bear.

The grim shadow of The Dark Lord’s Citadel, had hung over the swampy goblin villages below for over a century. It was a proper evil castle, dark, and foreboding, the surrounding rock carved into a skull, in the mouth of which the castle sat.

Long, long, ago The Dark Lord had appeared above the village, a dark shadow wreathed in crackling green flames, striking terror in the heart of all that laid eyes upon him as his cataclysmic magical power seared the side of the mountain, carving his dreaded fortress out of the cliff-face, tears of molten iron falling from the deathly visage that enclosed its nightmarish spires. Within moments of the citadels completion, his vile minions spilled out in the form of towering suits of grisly armor filled only with hateful green smoke. 

They quickly invaded the nearby goblin villages, burning and ravaging any that offered the slightest opposition to their new overlord, and gathered the surviving chiefs of all the goblin tribes in the land and brought them together under their master’s wicked banner. They were joined by the myriad other monstrous creatures and magical aberrations The Dark Lord had enslaved or beguiled over the years, and he soon lead them against the verdant, wealthy, nations of the self appointed ‘civilized’ races nearby in a bid for conquest. 

The Dark Lord and his ghastly lieutenants brutally commanded the goblins in wreaking destruction and devastation upon all before them, destroying three magical elven groves, kidnapping no fewer than seven princesses, beheading a prominent dwarven priest, shaving the severed head, and parading the beardless head upon a spear quite prominently as he sacked the countryside.

At first some goblins thought they might at least share in the bounty their new master had reaped from the villages they had swarmed in his name, a not unreasonable hope given the rivers of goblin blood spilled to overwhelm his enemies castles, but tragically unrealistic, as The Dark Lord treated his goblin minions scarcely better than the targets of his malign ire, never hesitating to disintegrate a goblin before their peers to motivate the survivors, or even to simply trample over them on the field of battle.

As a band of unlikely heroes finally rose to defeat The Dark Lord upon the field of battle, the goblins were almost as overjoyed as the denizens of the nations they had been forced to pillage. With his death, throngs of goblins poured from the battlefields, ruins, and dark fortresses they had been stationed at, and gladly began to return home. Though some goblins remained behind to build new homes in the land their fellows had bled and died upon, determined to salvage some form of gain from their grisly enslavement, these goblins suffered the enmity of returning humans, dwarves, and elves, destroying any chance of unification against their former master, as within days of his apparent demise, The Dark Lord appeared again at his citadel, and began planning his next horrific campaign. The disparate goblin tribes once again found themselves drafted into the grueling work of serving, supplying, and fighting in The Dark Lord’s army. Too battered to pursue war into The Dark Lord’s lands, and preoccupied with rebuilding, none could assail the citadel to stop the dreaded figure from amassing his power once more.

Thus had it been for the past century, each time the Dark Lord was defeated his magic would spirit him back to his citadel, the goblins would know a brief respite, before laboring for years, then surging out again under his command as darkness blanketed the land... until he was once more defeated, and the cycle began again. Eventually The Dark Lord’s ‘curse’ came with such regularity that it was marked on the calendars each decade as time rolled around for the invasions to resume.

Until one day he failed to appear in the rotted maw of the citadel and announce his dread conquest...

Bogderry Frogmouth stared at his reflection in the water of the swamp outside his home, the leering jaws of the mountain’s reflection situated ominously around his own image, awaiting the Dark Lord’s appearance.  Outwardly he was a rather typical goblin. Short, green, a small flat nose, old tattered clothes, and with long ears stretching from the sides of his head. Inwardly, he was somewhat remarkable in that he was surprisingly cheerful, had a budding musical talent with the lute, and dearly loved his pet frog ‘Glorp’.

He had never seen The Dark Lord personally, having been conceived in a fit of relief and passion just after his last defeat. The Dark Lord rarely appeared outside of his citadel and ruled through his wicked lieutenants.  And yet even they had been silent for months.  While this wracked the nerves of all the goblins, Bogderry was morbidly curious, after having been raised on tales of the fiery overlord’s cruelty and the horrific cycle that plagued his people. All around, older goblins scurried, carrying spears, crates of preserved foods, and other war supplies in preparation for the, surprisingly, late announcement.

The Dark Lord had never been late in announcing the invasion before, much less a week late. Still, no goblins had dared go up to the citadel to investigate what had happened. For centuries any show of independence, even attempts to relocate far, far away from The Dark Lord’s influence, had been punished by sudden flights of demonic minions tearing the disobedient goblins limb from limb, hails of fireballs, and the offenders simply dropping dead from shadowy strangleholds when The Dark Lord wasn’t feeling particularly theatric.

Bogderry however, had had enough of waiting.

The intrepid goblin youth picked up Glorp, set him upon his head, and stormed off towards the rocky slope that led up to the sides of the citadel’s jaws.

Not completely devoid of common sense and the will to live, the young goblin clung to the very edge of the path as he approached the citadel, sneaking past the armored guardians... though he noted they carried none of the eerie green flame he had been regaled of in stories, and clambering slowly up the side of the castle’s walls.

Once inside, he was surprised to find it devoid of other guards, no chained demons, no ensorceled monstrosities, not even a retinue of undead skeletons in the long, dusty, corridors. Utterly boggled at the state of the ‘dread citadel’ he had grown up in the shadow of, Bogderry stormed brazenly up the stairs and into the highest tower of the citadel, determined to lay eyes on The Dark Lord and find out exactly what was going on...

Only to meet him about halfway up the stairs.

A smoldering shadow wreathed dark, spiky, armor, crumbled in a tangle of limbs, splayed against the wall. An ancient, bearded human corpse with a menacing, glowing, helm laying a few steps down, his blood dried across three steps and a few stones on the wall. A half-rotten half-burnt jam-tart sticking out of his mouth, a lump in his cheeks and throat.

Bogderry gaped, The Dark Lord, Slayer of Heroes, Bane of Kings, Undying Scourge of All That Was Good, had snapped his neck falling down the stairs in his own citadel while choking on a mid-morning snack.

He blinked, standing in stunned silence, mouth agape for a few moments before Glorp snapped its tongue out at one of the flies circling The Dark Lord’s corpse. A little chuckle escaped the goblins lips, which quickly bubbled up into laugh, and then grew into a raucous guffaw as he braced himself on the wall to avoid falling down while he doubled over, his ribs aching at the sheer absurdity before turning to make his way back out, breaking into a sprint to tell the other goblins of the news, and wondering if they’d even believe him.

[frogmouthclothing]

Baller Shot Caller, 143, of Atlanta Rollergirls and USA Roller Derby, blocks Freight Train, 202, of Texas Rollergirls, in a game between Riedell and S-One on July 14 at RollerCon 2022 in the Westgate Las Vegas Resort and Casino. Photo by Marko Niemelä

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[frogmouthclothing]

Roller derby by Teen Vogue, starring Texas Rollergirls

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Yas of Malmö Roller Derby’s Crime City Rollers in a game against Helsinki Roller Derby in Malmö, Sweden on April 23, 2022. Helsinki won the game 189-178 in the final jam. Picture by Marko Niemelä

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Beautiful work by @assignedmale