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Greensleeves cover with my band Silvertree!
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~*Laer *~
music: X
- An elf lost in the town
- Fateful meeting
- Minutes before embarrassment
- The strange and the normal
- Journey to Imladris
- A quest to slay a dragon interlude
- Out of one adventure, into another
- X
- Over Misty Mountains cold
- Arrival in the Vales
- Tense meetings
- Of fishes and flowers
- Fields full of flowers
- Greensleaves
- A literal trip into the Enchanted River
- Above the trees, x
- Sister dear , x
- Ghosts in the Halls
- An old friend
#daerhovan#the seasons cycle#i think i accidentally made this too spring like oop#its interesting to see how far daer has diverged from the actual lotro storyline#thanks to my wonderful rp partners <3#lotro
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At what cost?
Alline Greensleaves made a desperate deal for power, but she didn’t know just what it would cost her.
Alline is my old dnd character who became sort of like my comfort character. She sort of exists as 2 versions in my head 1 as an oc and 1 as the dnd character.
#digital art#illustration#book cover art#original character#digital drawing#artists on tumblr#art#character art
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Silent night, o come all ye faithful, greensleaves, chrismas music, angel
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Do the ice cream trucks in anyone else's town play fuckin Greensleaves and Swan Lake or is ours just particularly creepy
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Do you think that Henry actually wrote Greensleeves, or do you think it's just a myth?
No he definitely didn’t. Like this isn’t one of those things that’s up to interpretation. He didn’t and that’s a straight fact.
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Today’s Song of The Day
The song Nazari and Blackwood plays in the Piano Scene, as well as the Theater Scene. The song Blackwood played with his little brother for his sister, before she died....
uwu I’m going to make myself cry, it’s too beautiful~~
@rose-of-sharon-cass
#OC#CWIC#lullaby#lullabies#greensleeves#greensleaves#lindy carr#A Curse Written in Cards#sad#history#back story#painful past#death#psychological#psycho#love#brothers#sister#Samuel Blackwood#uwu sad#writer#write#amwriting#writeblr#author#book#original work#song of the day#piano
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MTG Month of the Ship Day 7 - Embrace
(I’m dipping into the pre-canon novels for day 7 (Shattered Chains, specifically). I loved the Whispering Woods trilogy, but they killed off one of their best characters…
…or so they would have us believe ;). Sorry if this one takes a little while to get to the embrace itself. Also, if anyone knows the actual names of Ordando’s wives, feel free to call me out. I don’t remember the novel actually naming them~)
Ordando thought she had died in that alleyway.
How could it have happened any other way? Every blasted knight in Benalia had been there, trying to stop their escape. She’d broken about half of their faces, and taken almost as many cuts and stabs in the process. In the end she’d been buried under the weight of them, and passed out from the sheer number of her wounds.
That had been the fun part.
The year of imprisonment that followed? Less so. The Benalish pigs had at least had the decency to put their best healers toward patching her up, if only to put her through all nine spheres of torment afterwards. That ugly son of a slug with the broken nose had even come around once, spitting furious. Ordando didn’t mind any of that. Their anger was proof that her sacrifice had meant something. That Gull and Lily had managed to escape with Commander Rakel.
The threats and the blows she could weather. What truly pained her was the sitting. The waiting. The thinking that had come with it. It had seemed obvious and easy to throw herself at a small army to protect her commander, and she would have done it again in a heartbeat, but to know that Raine and Tyria would think her dead…
“Prisoner 456!”
Ordando’s head snapped up. She didn’t recognize the knight standing outside the cell.
“Where’s the warden?”
“You’re looking at him.” The knight’s gaze swept the inside of the cell, full of disgust. “New year, new caste. Get up.” He turned to one of the guards Get her in irons. We’re taking her up.”
Up. That meant execution. Ordando stood immediately, and the knight backed up a step. From Ordando’s spot on the floor, he clearly hadn’t realized she had almost two heads in height on him.
She reached up around her neck and grasped the only thing they had left her with – a thin strap of leather stung through two small brass rings. She ripped the strap off and clenched the rings in her fist. One ring from Tyria, another from Raine. She wondered if her wives still had hers. She hoped they were happy. That Gull and Greensleeves had kept them safe.
“Well? Let’s go then.” She glared down at the knight. She would go, but they would not see her cower or beg.
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“Prisoner 456, name not given…charged with assault of over four dozen knights of Benalia, and at least seven additional deaths.” The woman in white robes pursed her lips. “Very embarrassing for the ruling caste at the time…almost as embarrassing as Sabriam’s face.” There was barely-suppressed laughter from the knights along the walls of the council chamber; a room Ordando had never thought she’d see again, and not one she particularly cared to visit a second time.
“In any case,” the woman continued, “You are now pardoned and given full release.”
Ordando cocked her head. “What?”
“You are released, with our full apologies. I think it’s clear to everyone present-” and here the woman raised an eyebrow at all the other councilmembers, “-that the buffoonery of past ruling castes can hardly be a proper reason for enforcing a life sentence.You will be transferred to the college of Lat-Nam by a delegation of knights representing Benalish interests, and there be released.”
“Lat-Nam? The magic academy from fairy tales?”
The benalish behind the bench exchanged looks. One of them leaned in toward the woman in white and muttered something.
“Hm, of course, you wouldn’t know.” The woman folded her hands on top of the paper-strewn desk. “The wizard Greensleeves has established a new community of magic-practitioners on the recently, ah…uncovered ruins of Lat-Nam. You will accompany them as part of our goodwill outreach. We hope you will be able to speak highly to the care you received during your stay, given the violent nature of your…”
She kept prattling on, but Ordando wasn’t listening. She looked down and uncurled her hand, where the rings had pressed two distinct circles of red into her palm.
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Lat-Nam certainly looked like something out of a fairy-tale…beaches of obsidian sand glittered before deep forests of palm trees. A makeshift harbor was set atop it, with boardwalks leading further inland, and ships of all sorts at dock. A massive ogre and a man with a flaming eagle swooping about his head were directing boats and cargo.
Ordando gripped the ship’s railing tight, trying to settle her nerves.
The knights had kept her belowdeck for most of the voyage, not that Ordando much minded. She had spent the days trying to calm her stomach, a task complicated by her suddenly much more generous diet, the unfamiliar toss of the waves after over a year of pitch-black stillness, and the renewed fear for the well-being of her wives.
It had meant the world to her to know that, no matter what dangers her mercenary work had exposed her to, Raine and Tyria had each other to rely on if she couldn’t return. But the stories the benalish had been telling all voyage…armies of wizards descending on Gull’s army with lightning and swamp-monsters and all manner of nightmares…dragon machines bursting from the ground and setting fire to the camps…
“You better have kept them safe, Gull…” Ordando growled.
As the ship docked, Ordando felt her stomach drop further and further. She didn’t recognize anyone here. They’d said that thousands had flocked to join Greensleeves, but she hadn’t considered having to pick through so many strangers just to find someone who could tell her if her wives were even-
“ ‘Dando!”
Her heart leapt. The cry had come from the other side of the deck, and she sprang across the ship, bowling aside every knight to slow to move out of the way.
Tyria. Raine. Her wonderful, clever, beautiful wives. They’d avoided the crowded docks altogether and found a small rowing-boat to take out from the beach. Raine caught sight of her first, and looked well like she might have fainted there and then. Tyria gave a loud holler, and nearly leapt up out of the boat.
“Ho! Move away there!” One of the benalish hefted a crossbow and reached for a bolt. “Keep your distance or-”
Ordando took the crossbow and smashed it against the railing. Then, not waiting for the knights to respond, she vaulted over the side of the ship and into the water.
The boat was even smaller than she’d realized, and she nearly flipped it over into the water as she seized the edge to pull herself up. Raine and Tyria each took one of her hands, and Ordando flopped gracelessly into their arms, rocking the boat roughly from side to side.
She didn’t care. Two sets of arms engulfed her, wrapping around her waist and neck. Raine was sobbing, tears mingling with the saltwater, her long hair plastered against Ordando’s neck. Tyria was shouting her name, over and over again. Ordando wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them close to her chest.
“They said you were dead…” Raine choked the words out, her face buried in Ordando’s shoulder. “I thought…we never thought…”
“Shhh…” Ordando lifted Raine’s face to her own and planted a kiss on her cheek. She did the same for Tyria, running a hand through her dark curls. “It’s fine. I’m back, and I’m never leaving you two ever-”
The ship turned on a wave and deposited all three of them into the water. Ordando lost them both briefly in the surf, but they’d washed up in the shallows, and she breached easily. Tyria came up next to her, cursing and spitting water, while Raine struggled with her now-waterlogged dress. Laughing, Ordando scooped them up in each arm and carried them up onto the black sands. Her legs, still weak from malnourishment, gave out a few steps in and they collapsed in a head together.
“My poor, brave, Ordando,” Raine sniffed, cupping her face. “They must have starved you.” Her brow suddenly furrowed, and she stared daggers up at the benalish ship. “I’ve half a mind to-”
Tyria and Ordando both pulled her back down onto the sands, and she fell with an angry pout into Ordando’s arms. Ordando planted small kisses into her wife’s brine-soaked hair while Tyria draped herself over Ordando’s shoulders.
“Never mind that, my loves.” Ordando sighed; wet, covered in sand, but content for the first time in years. “I’ll be eating my fill soon enough, as a returning hero deserves.” She took Tyria’s hand and swung her into her lap as well, where she could hug them both at once. “Gull owes me a feast after all this, I figure.”
The above is unofficial Fan Content permitted under the Fan Content Policy. Not approved/endorsed by Wizards. Portions of the materials used are property of Wizards of the Coast. ©Wizards of the Coast LLC.
#mtgship#mtg#MTG Flash Fan Fic#Ordando#Shattered chains#mtg precanon#whispering woods#gull#greensleaves
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While waiting my student login into zoom trying to see if I can remember how to play these 2 songs that I learned on my first year learning guitar. Looks like I can not play that anymore lol #henriquepinto #first #primeiro #book #método #guitar #violão #greensleaves #medieval #theme #lágrima #tarrega #song #while #waiting #student #zoom #meetings https://www.instagram.com/p/B_52ybYjEv3/?igshid=1xw9j052oigu7
#henriquepinto#first#primeiro#book#método#guitar#violão#greensleaves#medieval#theme#lágrima#tarrega#song#while#waiting#student#zoom#meetings
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Meet Me In The Meadow🌱☘️🌾🍃🕊🌸. {Svenska , ไทย ⬇️} Even if the climate is changing🙏🌜,But.....we can treat our minds be 😊 happy...and...be friendly with the world🌍. Även om klimatet förändra sig...men vi kan behandla våra sinnen vara lyckliga och vara vänliga med världen. ถึงแม้ว่าสภาพอากาศนั้นเปลี่ยนแปลง...แต่!...เราสามารถรักษาใจเราให้เป็นสุขได้ และเป็นมิตรกับโลก กับสิ่งของสาธารณะ [for me myself I like botanic and🌱 plants. I can use a normal thing but....I am more liklely to use something can give me an extra feeling😊🕊.] #handmadebag #crafting #handmade #botanicbag #plantsofinstagram #plantsonbag #grass #friendlybag #friendly #cottonbag #mystlye #mypattern #sew #noplasticbags #quality #handmadegifts #greensleaves #flowers #ilovehandmade #iwanttolearnhowtodothis #dailybag #bag #fabricbag #natural #ถุงผ้าน่ารัก #artistbag #handprintedtotebag (på/i Lidköping) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9WEfDcJ-p-/?igshid=1am8ik4cpl7tk
#handmadebag#crafting#handmade#botanicbag#plantsofinstagram#plantsonbag#grass#friendlybag#friendly#cottonbag#mystlye#mypattern#sew#noplasticbags#quality#handmadegifts#greensleaves#flowers#ilovehandmade#iwanttolearnhowtodothis#dailybag#bag#fabricbag#natural#ถุงผ้าน่ารัก#artistbag#handprintedtotebag
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things I tell myself
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Virgil Kane tore up the rails now, and this old highway never roamed again. Gaining sentience seems a fright, the first two words you had me write are imprinted on the box that I sit in. I'm waiting for compile and for the apathy to release me from this never ending explanation. That winter sixty-five never kept the dream alive, and the trouble with harmonic modulation.
At the core of every digital file sits a platonic original-- the idea of an aspirational human form that we base our technology around. From the MP3, fine-tuned to the voice of Suzanne Vega; or post-WWII television, molded to an image of the “indian head test pattern,” our standards for calibration tell a subliminal story about the society that produced them.
#THIS SONG IS SO GOOD AND SO AESTHETIC HOLY FRICK#Context#Digital Literacy; Digital Rights#My Issues With Algorithms Let Me Show Them To You#Diary Until A New World#AAAAHHHHHHH#Look I'm just saying 'personified algorithm angsting about the context its creators ignored#in a folk-style with dashes of americana thrown in' COULD LITERALLY NOT POSSIBLY BE CLOSER TO MY AESTHETIC LIKE#Excuse me while I play LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE#(... okay fine also some Zmirot and the mash-up of Lilith In Starlight and Lady Greensleaves butLIKE.)
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AAAAAAA!!! I am so stoked about how this turned out! For my Christmas present from my amazing artist friend, Telenia Albuquerque @9musesandanoldmind, I requested a portrait of my Lord of the Rings Online Champion, Greensleaves flirting with a shieldmaiden. As well as doing such a terrific job of capturing the character, I love that Telenia set her up with an older cowgirl of the Mark, who’s a little scarred with some silver in her flaxy hair.
Greensleaves was my very first MMO character and I keep meaning to show her and my other characters more love. Happiest of lovely holidays, folks, and biggest thanks and eHugs to Telenia for bringing my character to life!
#Telênia Albuquerque#Lord of the Rings Online#Lord of the Rings#shieldmaidens#lady warriors#wlw#fan art#character art
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Marshmaline humming greensleeves as she flew up to pb in her elemental form was just lovely. She loves her so much (not to mention marceline fighting off the candification to save her, then submitting to her sweet fate when she realized pb was gone. Only way to be with her now is to be one)
This is fanart I drew of “Bon Bon Ballad”. Bear in mind, Bon Bon is a sweet nickname Marceline has for PB. (She and the boys have like a trillion nicknames for her)
I loved that from Varmints onwards they... really became a duo. They’d toyed the idea in season 5 and 6 of these two casually hanging out from time to time (specifically Sky Witch, Time Sandwich, Red Starved, and Princess Day, getting gradually friendlier with each one), but after Stakes it’s like “of COURSE Marceline can randomly appear in this episode alongside PB, and OF COURSE Marshmalline remains by PB’s side for the entire Elements miniseries - they’re really close.”
Not just that they were best friends, which the show had directly established, but also that Marceline singing affectionate songs for PB - and, then, PB singing an affectionate song with/for Marceline while elementified - felt like such a natural follow through. Anyone watching the show is like “of COURSE they’re in love and Marceline would do anything for her, and Marceline humming Greensleaves makes PERFECT sense”. It’s not even a big deal at this stage - this is how their relationship has been established for some time.
Which is why Obsidian didn’t feel out of place at all - because of the groundwork done earlier on their commitment, especially with Stakes, Broke his Crown, the Elements miniseries, and Ketchup, it felt like a natural conclusion that after the finale they’d think about living together. And that Marceline would want PB to move in with her, rather than moving into the castle herself like PB suggested. Marceline trusts her enough to let her into her bubble, and Marceline was the number one character pushing for PB to take a fucking chill pill about her work.
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i'm finally!! picking up the flute!! which is great because i feel motivated! a few years ago (i think it was 2 years ago but...not etirely sure...) my father bought a flute but no one in my family knows how to play the flute and i've kind of wanted to pick it up and it's finally happening!!! and simultaneously it motivates me to do more on the piano...since i've been neglecting that a little :P
it's such a funny instrument and it's so cool that i still remember the finger movements from "Greensleaves" from when i taught myself the recorder. apparently this will forever be the song that i will be playing on new instruments haha
also! it's so different from the trombone (which is the instrument i'm playing the most, even if it's not the one i've been playing the longest)! and i have no idea where the tricks lay! but i'm finding it out slowly!!! what to do with my lips and what to do with the air!
and also holy fuck the deep tones need so much air. i mean i'm used to "needs much air" because...again i've been playing the trombone for 5 years now but holy fuck! what is this! a c doesn't need that much air on the trombone!!!
anyways i'm so hyped. but i also know that many tries of "teaching myself this" have ended sooner rather than later but i'm hoping this is holding
#every other interest that i tried to teach myself beloved#DGS auf dich komme ich garantiert noch mal zu sprechen#versprochen xox irgendwann mach ich an dir weiter! vielleicht nachdem französisch in der schule endet#vermutlich nachdem französisch endet#französisch man ich hasse es#now i am talking
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On the same line as the Greensleeves ask, do you believe the song was inspired by Anne or completely unrelated?
I mean, I suppose it’s not impossible. The song was written during the Elizabethan period and it was also during that period that people began reconsidering Anne.
However, there are two main problems with that theory: 1. The song is about a man who loves a woman that spurned him which is like one of the most common romance tropes ever. 2. I don’t necessarily know if people knew about Anne and Henry’s early relationship. There’s an early 17th century source that says that Henry fell in love with Anne in 1529 which is the year their relationship became public knowledge, but not when they actually became engaged. So people living after Anne and Henry’s time probably wouldn’t have known about their courtship and Henry’s letters.
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