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[nereb-and-dungalef]

I keep drinking coffee thinking it's gonna make me Productive and then instead of doing the work I actually have to do I just compulsively make spreadsheets :(

[sapphiressmoke]

Outlander I

Summary: She doesn’t know how it happened but they were calling to her to come closer. Touching it was never suppose to uproot her life and transport her somewhere she never thought she could see and witness. She has to try her best to survive if she wants to get back, right?

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen X Modern!Reader.

Warnings: Nothing as of now but angst, romance, smut

Word Count: 2.6K

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2024 AC Kings Landing

So this was the magical Kings Landing? Once the vast and lively city was now a place of desolation, solitude and history. It had been like this ever since the burning in 305 A.C between two Queens. You read about how it was a horrible event, many innocent people lost their lives… Even the two Queens. Since that moment, no more Targaryens roamed Westeros. It was now a place of history and learning. Most teachers brought their students here to see what they were being taught. Some parents dragged their kids here to learn of their heritage.

You were here for the first reason.

Being in your second year of Vale University, you were studying History and Literature. What were you going to with that degree? You have no idea but at least you were enjoying yourself… For the most part. “The Red Keep took many years to complete. Three reigns to be exact. What started on Aegon’s High Hill names Aegonfort. King Aegon the First used this fort as his seat during the conquest, housing the impeccable Iron Throne. Though it was destroyed in the battle of Kings Landing, paintings portrayed this throne as huge and intimidating.” Your group followed your professor as she guided everyone at the base of what the humongous Keep used to be. You looked around, red brick scattered over the floor. You mind raced as you thought of how these bricks were over 2000 years old, millions of people have touched them and now they were scattered all over the dirt floor. “It isn’t said when but at some point after the Conquest, the King ordered the destruction of the Fort and the construction of the Red Keep began. It was said that Aegon requested the castle be built with red rock to remind people of the fire he roasted and the blood he shed of his enemies, so whenever King’s Landing looked up they’d see the price of defiance.”

Your professor continued to talk but the sound of nature around you drowned it out. The sound of buzzing getting louder in your ear, getting louder and louder. “Ugh! You don’t hear that?” You brought your finger to your ears and tried wiggling it around to see if there was anything there.

“Hear what?” Your friend, Talia, said as she leaned in.

“That stupid buzzing sound. It won’t stop.” You groaned as you continued with your ear.

Your friend gave you a weird look. “I just think you’re going crazy. There is nothing.”

The buzzing softened and turned into a soft whisper, softer than wind. “Y/N… Darling… Y/N.”

You whipped your head back, trying to find the source of the noise. “Please told me heard that!” Before Talia could respond, your professor spoke faster. “Is there something you would like to add, Miss Y/N?”

Your face went beat red from embarrassment. “No ma’am… Sorry.” You said sheepishly.

“Thank you. Now where was I? Ah yes. The start of the fall of the Targaryens, it started when…” You started to zone out and looked back behind you, trying to figure out where the whisper came from. From the bottom of the hill, you spotted a man sporting an eyepatch, long silver hair and cladded in leather. He had his arm extended out towards you, as if he was waiting for you to come and grab it, calling you to run away with him but just as fast as you spotted him, he disappeared.

You felt your arm being grabbed and a hand stroke your upper arm. You turned towards Talia, who wore a worried look. “Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shook your head and ran a hand through your hair. “Yea… Yes. I’m good.” You grasped her hand that was on your upper arm. “Let’s just get this tour over with. It’s giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“You got that right.” She agreed. “But I heard that the Kingswood, which is just behind the hotel, is just as creepy. Maybe even haunted!”

128 AC Kings Landing

“Mother, please tell me I do not need to go to this hunt. There are better things I can do with my time.” The One-Eyed Prince has been trying for days to stay at the Keep, not wanting to waste a morning travelling to the Kingswood just for a hunt that he did not want to participate in.

The Queen sighed at her son, pushing a silver strand away from his stoic face. “Aemond… ‘Tis for Jaehaerys and Jaehaeras name day. Your brother wants to do a grand celebration for them. Especially for Jaehaerys.”

He rolled his one eye. “We all know that it’s an excuse for him to drink away… With reason this time.” He looked up at his mother. “Will father be coming?”

“The Maesters will assess The Kings health before letting us know but I do doubt that he will be able to join with the amount of pain he has been in.” The Queen replied. It has been no secret that The Kings has been declining the past couple of years. Decaying flesh, rotting teeth and constant pain. Drunk day in and out on milk of the poppy.

“If he does not go…” He tried to think of a reason to stay but was stump. “If he does not go then I shall stay here and watch over him.” Lies.

Alice by let out a chuckle. “You are quite the convincing liar, Aemond, but the Maesters will be here to aid your father in anything.” She walked away from her son and looked at the window, looking upon the people of Kings Landing. “I know you would much rather be here, reading in the library and training outside but it will do you some good to be away for a bit. Breath the good air of Kingswood.” She turned around to face her third child. “Plus, Ser Criston Cole shall be joining us if you ever do need to scratch the intense to train.”

Aemond rubbed his face and groaned. “I guess you are right, mother. But I will not ride with Aegon in the carriage. He’s an imbecile and will most likely throw up from all of the wine he has drank.”

“Thank you.” Alicent smiled. “You may ride with with me and Ser Criston. Halaena will be with the children and nurse while Aegon rides with Ser Arryk and Erryk as it seems they are the only ones that can deal with his shenanigans.”

“As I mentioned before… Imbecile.”

The night passed swiftly and once the sun started to rise and was on the horizon line, the Royal Family begun their travels to the Kingswood. Even though Aemond was never a talkative person, worsening after the incident with his eye, he seemed even more lost in his thoughts than usual. He stared out the window, sitting across from his mother who watched him intensely. “What is on your mind, sweet son?”

Aemond continued to look outside the window but sighed. “I had this weird dream. Was just flashes of images. Nothing clear. There was this woman… She seemed lost, searching for help. It sounded like she was calling out to me but the way she dressed did not seem normal.”

The Queen stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “Are you a Dragon Dreamer now?” She joked, causing a small smile to break on the princes face. “Dreams have many meanings. Perhaps it’s just a bad dream from the stress you put on yourself. Free your mind for the next couple of days. Perhaps even participate in the hunt.”

The hunt that went on in the Kingswoods happened every couple of years, usually to celebrate a names day for a royal child. The White Hart was usually the main goal of the hunt but any animal was game. “And if I were to meet the White Hart, would that not be a sign that I should be the King over my buffoon of a brother?” It was quite well known that Aegon did not desire to be King, fought against everything Even fighting with his Grand Father and Mother saying that it was his Half Sisters birthright but all of his complaints were going to a deaf ear. Aemond wished to rule. He was fit to rule and it was simple: he rode the largest dragon in all of Westeros, he excelled in combat and studied on the history and politics of his family and of Westeros but it would not go to him unless everyone in front of him died.

This was a conversation he had with his mother too often but his question was answered with silence. That was how the rest of the carriage ride went. Silence. The dream kept replaying over and over in his mind. Who was this girl? What was she doing? Who was she to him?

Within the next couple of hours, Lords and Ladies and the Royals arrived in Kingswood. The air still cold with the mornings breath. Everything was set up for them to place clothing, tables… Everything. The children were running about, screaming playfully with each other. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera came running towards Aemond, crashing into his legs. “Hi Uncle Aemond!” They squealed.

He looked down at his niece and nephew, rubbing the back of their heads before pushing them back on their way. “Hello you two.”

“Time travels back and is protected by the White King.” Helaena whispered into the cold air of the morning, staring at Aemond from across the way.

Aemond looked up to make eye contact with Halaena, seeing her lips move but not making out what she had said. He cocked his head to the side, deciding to walk towards his sister to see what she had said. She didn’t seem to realize that Aemond was by her side before he squeezed her hand. “What was that, good sister?” Helaena looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Only Time can tell you… Only Time.”

The rest of day went on eventfully. The men prepared for the hunt while the women gossiped as they ate cake. Of course Alicent chose not to participate in the gossip. She could not bother to hear anymore about Rhaenyra, her bastard sons and how great they are. She decided to watch her grand-children run about. Aegon was nowhere to be found, most likely already drunk in his tent, Helaena chose to rest in her tent as the carriage ride took a lot out of her and Aemond sat with Criston Cole as they sharpened their swords, getting ready for the hunt. She stared around her and for a slight moment, she would think her life was perfect. She had her children and her grand-children around her but then she remembers that she is practically ruling the Seven Kingdoms, her husband was dying and she was alone in the world.

2024 AC Kingswood

You slipped on your black slip dress, continuing to argue with your friend in the hotel room. “You don’t get it, Talia! There is something calling to me out there. I’m not insane. I’m not crazy. It’s been going on ever since we entered Kings Landing.” The buzzing was constant, the whispering was constant and the flashes of that man were at every corner.

Talia sat on the bed, her eyes following you as you continued to pace around the room. “I’m not saying you’re crazy but you sound crazy, Y/N. A silver haired man with only one eye? Listen to yourself!”

You groaned and you pulled yourself into a ball. “I know what I sound like!” You stood back up and waved your arms around. “But this… This place is weird. There has been so many deaths and apparently fucking magic. There is something going on.” You grabbed your black shawl from your luggage and pulled in over your shoulders. “And I am going to figure it out.” You pointed to the woods. “I’m going to go in those stupid woods and try to find something. I don’t what I will try to find but I will know what it is when I see it.”

Your friend gave you a shocked look, standing up quickly and grabbed your arm. “Okay now I’m saying that you are crazy! There’s boars… Bears in those woods! You could die! What would your mom do if you die?”

You ripped your arm from her grasp. “Well she always knew I would die in a stupid way. Tell her I love her. And before you ask, no you can’t come. You’ll be the person to let the teacher know that I’m gone. If I’m not back before the next tour tomorrow morning, you can go all out and tell everyone I’m missing. Okay?”

You saw the perplexed look she wore in her face before answering. “Fine. Fine! If you die… Ugh!”

You put on your pair of shoes, grabbed your flashlight and placed it your bag before heading out. You stood in front of the forest and sighed, were you really this stupid? Yes, yes you were. You took one last look at the hotel before you made your way into the dark, insect infected forest… Gods you were dumb.

It had already been a few hours at this point, you were tired, you were hungry and you still had no idea what you were looking for. You kept hearing animal noises surrounding you and you were terrified. What if a wild boar chased you or a bear mauled you to death? What if you died of dehydration. How many days does it take to die or dehydration or hunger?

Suddenly the aura around you shifted and the whispering begun again. ‘You’re so close, Y/N. Continue.’ It was a man’s voice. It was so clear. ‘Continue straight, My Love, we’ll be together soon.’ The buzzing began and it only got louder as you continued walking straight. The further you walked, the higher the grass got. It was tickling your calves. It was as if a flash of light opened your eyes when all of the sudden a bunch of tall stones stood tall in front of you, being illuminated by the direct moonlight. The aura surrounding it was calling to you to come closer. “This is what I’ve been looking for.” You beamed with excitement.

The buzzing only got louder as you approached the Stones. The high grass tickled your calves, leaving tiny water droplets on your skin. The buzzing sounded as if it was whispering your name, soft as wind. “Y/N… Y/N…”. It only drew you closer.

The Stones had this silver and golden aura surrounding it. Were you the only one that could sense it? Were you the only one that could hear it? See it? Your thoughts were racing as you stood in front of the tall Stone. You raised your right hand to touch it, as if that was what it was telling you to do. The only thing you could do. For a moment you hesitated, wondering what you were doing, why were you here but it just kept calling out. “Y/N… Y/N…”

You let out a long breath and pressed your palm flat against the rough texture. Within the moment, all sound seized to exist around her, life was dark and as soon as it disappeared, everything reappeared.

128 AC Kingswood

You blinked your eyes fast, letting out a shaky breath. You stumbled backwards and the world wasn’t as you just saw. There were more trees surrounding you. The woods seemed to be more lively than before. “Oh Gods, what did I do.”

From back at the camp, Helaena felt the shift in the air. “Welcome home, Time.” Helaena smiled.

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SOOO what do we think? It’s only getting started and I’m so excited to see where this goes.

[ancientcharm]

Digital model of Ancient Rome released

Image Credit: FLYOVERZONE

Rome Reborn 4.0, a digital model of Ancient Rome has just been released by archaeologist, Dr Bernard Frischer. Published by Flyover Zone, the model is a reconstruction of the entire city of Ancient Rome for academic study and virtual tourism. Rome Reborn provides a birds-eye perspective of the complete digital model, enabling users to glide above the historic landmarks while listening to expert narrations about 43 monuments, temples, structures, and locations.

Dr Frischer said, “Rome Reborn 4.0 is the culmination of more than twenty-seven years of collaborative international work in using digital tools to research cultural history and bring it to life.” According to the project leaders, the virtual tour can be used by teachers on Yorescape, a mobile and web app that takes their students on virtual field trips, or by armchair travellers to explore the heritage sites of the ancient capital of the Roman Empire.

Rome Reborn 4.0 represents the most recent iteration of an urban model that Dr Frischer has led since 1996. Rome Reborn has been a globally collaborative project from its inception, uniting specialists in Roman archaeology, computer graphics, and Virtual Reality design. The project’s earlier versions include 1.0 (2007), 2.0 (2008), and 3.0 (2018). Video fly-throughs of these previous versions have been viewed by millions of people worldwide. Similar to its earlier versions, Rome Reborn 4.0 portrays the city as it might have appeared at its zenith in the year AD 320, just before the capital’s relocation to Constantinople. According to Flyover Zone, “This reconstruction of ancient Rome’s urban landscape adheres to scientific accuracy based on the available but fragmentary historical evidence. As new findings and interpretations of this evidence emerge, the Flyover Zone team continuously updates Rome Reborn to ensure it remains a dependable and comprehensive visualization of the city.”

BY :Mark Milligan

[rocksibblingsau]

Branch being adopted as an egg would be SUCH an interesting world to explore, I definitely have a few ideas about it if anyone wants to pick my brain about it.

DEAL!

Who found Branch's egg?

How did they find his egg?

What's Branch's reaction when he finds out, "Hey, you've got siblings!"

What did BroZone do when they discovered Branch's egg missing?

Does Branch, being raised completely Rock, go along with World Tour?

When Branch discovers that he's Pop, does he embrace his heritage as Pop AND Rock?

1.Barb found his egg and was VERY excited to be a big sister. Thrash noticed something was off immediately, as Rock eggs are never that colorful, and bright blue tones are very rare in egg form even if the Rock Troll in question (Demo) has a comparatively bright blue pallette.

2.His egg was dropped in a nearby forest where Barb and Thrash were at. He broke a lot of branches on the way down, so Barb named him Branch. As a playful insult when they're older she tells him he fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

3.He's honestly a bit of a mixed bag of emotions because it's cool to find out about his birth family, he doesn't know how to feel about having a bunch of brothers. He feels like Barb is all he needs, and if he wants a brother he has Billy. Then he finds out they come with a plethora of problems.

4.They were a mess, John Dory especially feeling like he failed. It's my personal belief that their parents died when Branch was an egg, so it's especially rough because not only did he fail them, but the four of them lost the last remaining bit of their parents. This ends up unraveling the band earlier than in canon.

5.I'm torn, as events happen due to Branch that lead to him stopping the world tour, and I'm not sure if being raised Rock changes that for him. For the sake of fun, he might go along with it.

6.He tries to connect to his 'roots', but he struggles with it. At first he can't find anything to like about Pop, but he doesn't have any Pop related trauma, so I think he would come around or find something eventually. He hates glitter though.

[aimeedaisies]

Aimee’s 2023 royal family engagement count: The final results!

Disclaimer; everyone’s counts will be different, people have different rules to their method of counting the Court Circular. It isn’t a definitive count and is done just for fun 💗

The court circular doesn’t record any work behind the scenes, only public engagements, official meetings and luncheons/dinners. It’s more a gauge of their public facing roles.

👑 Princess Anne 👑

Once again Princess Anne tops the chart as the hardest working royal, completing 467 engagements.

She has done 393 engagements in the UK.

She travelled to 10 different countries this year and did 74 engagements there. 🇨🇾🇪🇪🇳🇿🇦🇺🇫🇷🇨🇦🇩🇪🇯🇪��🇳🇬🇮

Dubbed by some as the unofficial Queen of Scots she did 62 in Scotland.

King Charles III

In the first year of his reign King Charles did a grand total of 463 engagements

In the UK he did 386 engagements.

He travelled to 5 different countries where he completed 76 engagements and did 3 full royal tours in Germany, France and Kenya. He also hosted a state visit for South Korea at Buckingham Palace. 🇩🇪🇷🇴🇫🇷🇰🇪🇦🇪

What is also worth mentioning is that he has Red Boxes that he has to go through every single day, except Christmas Day and Easter Sunday as well as a lot of work behind the scenes.

Prince Edward, The Duke of Edinburgh

This year, on his 59th birthday, Prince Edward became the Duke of Edinburgh, taking the title of his father. With this he increased his work with the Duke of Edinburgh award and travelling to visit international sections of the award. Prince Edward also visited a lot of theatre related organisations and youth centres and charities.

He completed 294 this year and visited 13 countries on solo tours and with his wife. 🇹🇨🇧🇸🇺🇸🇨🇦🇩🇪🇨🇿🇮🇪🇹🇷🇧🇭🇸🇬🇳🇿🇦🇺🇮🇩

Sophie, The Duchess of Edinburgh

In 2023 Sophie carried on her hard work in areas like women’s rights in disadvantaged areas, avoidable blindness, hygiene and agriculture.

She completed 226 this year in the UK and the commonwealth and visited 10 countries on solo tours and with her husband. 🇳🇱🇹🇨🇧🇸🇮🇶🇮🇹🇪🇹🇨🇦🇨🇴🇨🇭

Prince Richard, The Duke of Gloucester

The Duke of Gloucester has this year completed 208 engagements in the UK.

He continued his long lasting work in heritage, architecture, the St John’s Ambulance and military organisations.

Hopefully next year we will see him do some overseas engagements. 🕯️

Queen Camilla

In the year of her Coronation, Queen Camilla carried out 198 engagements.

She visited Germany, France and Kenya where she did 42 engagements whilst on official tours. 🇩🇪🇫🇷🇰🇪

She focused a lot of her engagements this year on sectors close to her heart like women’s & children’s charities, osteoporosis care and animal welfare.

Prince William, The Prince of Wales

The Prince of Wales this year carried out engagements in the UK and the Commonwealth in areas like mental health, homelessness and conservation. In 2023 he did 183 engagements.

Prince William travelled to 4 countries where he did 32 engagements related to Earthshot in USA and Singapore, visiting Ukrainian troops in Poland, attending the Jordanian royal wedding in June and finally travelling to Kuwait to give his condolences to to The Emir of Kuwait following the death of The Emir Nawaf Al-Ahmad Al-Jaber Al-Sabah. 🇵🇱🇺🇸🇯🇴🇸🇬🇰🇼

Catherine, The Princess of Wales

The Princess of Wales carried out 134 engagements throughout 2023. Catherine continued her work in her Early Years foundation and childhood development.

She visited France for two, one off engagements for the rugby World Cup in France and to Jordan for Crown Prince Hussein and Princess Rajwa’s wedding in June. 🇫🇷🇯🇴

Hopefully we will see her and the Prince of Wales go on a couple of overseas tours next year now that their children are older.

Birgitte, The Duchess of Gloucester

The Duchess of Gloucester has this year completed 127 engagements in the UK. She continued her long lasting work in sports, the arts (Opera, Ballet, Acting etc…) and accompanying her husband to official engagements.

Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence

Although not an official working royal, Sir Tim often attends as a great support to his wife’s engagements as well as having his own non-royal patronages and interests. It was recently announced that he would become chair of the Science Museum group and is the patron of a number of heritage organisations.

He accompanied his wife to a total of 92, represented her 4 times and accompanied her to 27 engagements abroad in 5 countries. 🇪🇪🇳🇿🇦🇺🇫🇷🇬🇮

(Operation working royal Tim) 👏

Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent.

Despite being 88, Prince Edward, the late Queens cousin, has carried out 75 engagements even with his ailing mobility.

He continued his valued hard work with organisations like the RNLI, the Royal Scots Guards and the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, which he recently passed on the presidency to the Princess Royal.

Princess Alexandra of Kent

Although she is practically retired now, we have seen Princess Alexandra attend four official engagements in 2023. Firstly she attended a Reception for British East and South-East Asian Communities, secondly to present medals to members of The Royal Lancers, thirdly she attended the Coronation of King Charles and Queen Camilla and lastly she visited the Royal Chelsea Flower Show.

This year the British Royal Family completed a grand total of 2476 in the UK and 29 different countries across the world.

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See below for engagements from the past decade and the types of engagements carried out in 2023

[blaze-aus-steam-lover]

South Australian Railways 620 class

South Australian Railways 620 Class Locomotive No. 620 "Sir Winston Dugan", builders photograph c.1936 Colourised be me : r/trains (reddit.com)

The South Australian Railways 620 class was a class of 4-6-2 steam locomotives operated by the South Australian Railways (SAR). built by the Islington Railway Workshops from 1936 to 1938. Fred Shea, the Chief Mechanical Engineer of the SAR designed a 140-long-ton (157-short-ton; 142 t) Pacific type. A notable feature of the design, unique to South Australian Railways, was the use of Baker valve gear instead of the more commonly used Walschaerts valve gear. 

The class was made up of 10 locomotives, the first locomotive being built in 1936 at the Islington Railway Workshops, with the last being completed in 1938. Number 620, named Sir Winston Dugan, was Australia's first streamlined locomotive, the smokebox was covered with a chromed steel grille similar to those fitted to cars of the period, painted in resplendent Hawthorn Green and Silver. The press of the time described Sir Winston Dugan appearance as 'a bit of fluff'. The remainder of the class was not streamlined.

South Australian Railways 620 class number 621 is observed at Victor Harbor in its new black with red lining paint job, prior to this it had spent 50 or so years in green with yellow lining. : r/trains (reddit.com)

The 620 class replaced the Q and S classes on branch line services, where they proved successful. With the introduction of the more powerful and modern 520 class from 1943, the class was moved to the Willunga, Bridgewater and Tailem Bend passenger services and continued services on Murray Mallee line services. The classes light axle loading provided good route ability and the get up and go characteristics commonly found in large wheeled Pacific type locomotives.

Undergoing Her 12 Year Inspection : r/trains (reddit.com)

The 620 class was phased out in of service in Favour of the Bluebird railcars, although number of railcar failures from 1954 to 1955 saw the class return to service on the Port Pirie line. All of the class were withdrawn between 1964 and 1969. Two of the class have been preserved: No.621 named the Duke of Edinburgh by SteamRanger and No.624 by the National Railway Museum, Port Adelaide.

Locomotive 624 - National Railway Museum (nrm.org.au)

Our Locomotive Fleet – SteamRanger Heritage Railway

videos of the class running:

620 Class Locomotives, Part 3: 621 and 624 Tours to Willunga - YouTube

Ex-SAR Class 620 -621 "Duke of Edinburgh" : r/trains (reddit.com)

Heritage Steam Locomotive SAR 621 Duke Of Edinburgh works upgrade in the Adelaide Hills 2/10/22 (youtube.com)

[myfandomprompts]

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔

Summary: In the middle of the civil war, you and Aemond manage to spend some time together.

Warning: Definitely smut, and definitely fluff. Maybe in that order, maybe not. But most importantly, angst. Fire & Blood spoilers (still not canon partly)

Masterlist (Part 25 - Part 27)

Aemond was unseen and unheard of for three whole days, as was your father. You knew it to be a very little amount of time of war like these, but it felt like months for you and your daughter.

You had been miserable about the way you had parted, him reaching out to you and you being stubborn because you were scared for him. For what he was set to accomplish despite the risk on his own life.

So when you heard the familiar flap of wings that each time made your heart leap in excitement out of your window, you rushed for the gates in order to greet him, Naerys in your arms.

He was surprised as he advanced on the bridge, as was the court who was for the first time seeing you outside and in better health, but you had eyes only for Aemond as he closed in on you with a proud smile on his face.

You then chose to take his good mood as a good sign that nothing bad had happened in the Crownlands and not ask him about it, instead taking him for a long due tour of Deep Den, tour he had avoided because of the cold look the court were giving him whenever he was there.

He had politely agreed, following you as you showed him the grounds, the main hall, the stony towers and the gardens, delighted by the way you glowed with happiness each time you explained something to him with passion. It makes him wonder if you have ever looked this beautiful before, here with his daughter in your arms. You had both just exited the stateroom when you were met with your mother and her ladies-in-waiting, clearly on a stroll of her own.

“Prince Aemond. Back so soon!” she said as she approached. “How is my lord husband?”

Aemond, caught off guard by her agreeable behaviour towards him for the first time, chose to indulge her for your sake.

“He is doing very well. He has made himself indispensable to the council, and is living up to the Lydden name,” he replied, glancing briefly at you. “I would have brought him back to you, my Lady, but I’m afraid that he is not very fond of dragon rides.”

“Well, this was to be expected. Only Targaryens are bold enough to ride such beasts.”

You exchanged a knowing look with Aemond as Lady Melara’s gaze landed on the babe in your arms where silver hair was already covering its tiny head, leaving no room for doubt about her very dragon-related heritage. She glanced back at you.

“Daughter, I am glad to see that you have recovered almost completely. I presume you will be able to present yourself at my side for the delegation?”

You frowned, confused.

“What delegation?”

Your mother’s eyes darted to Aemond for just a second, annoyance found  in her expression before answering you.

“Lord Tarbeck, of course. He will be arriving within the week along with his army. They are travelling to the Crownlands for…” she inhaled, glancing at Aemond again. “Bring support to the royal family. Thus House Lydden has been requested to host them in their crossing of the hills.”

You understood the resentment your mother, a secretly Black inclined, felt toward Aemond as she was forced to host the Lannister bannermen in her own home. But you had no time to assess it or the way Aemond straightened beside you.

“Does father know about it?”

“I presume he does, since we were given no choice.”

She smiled, but it was insincere, as she was now avoiding the Prince’s eye and waiting for your reaction. However, he was the one to talk next.

“They should not come, this is not a good idea.”

You both looked at him, surprised that him of all people would disagree.

“This is to enlarge your own army, is it not? Why would you be against it, your Grace?” your mother asked, an inquisitive brow arched high over her right eye.

Aemond took his time to reply, wishing to be both clear and remain civil at the same time.

“I was under the impression that Lord Lydden had taken precaution to keep word of your daughter’s presence here to a minimum. I fear that having a whole army stationed here defeats this purpose as well as endangering both my wife and my child. You should have refused.”

Lady Melara seemed to be momentarily taken aback to hear you referred to as Aemond's wife, but she quickly recovered.

“Ser Adrian Tarbeck’s and Lord Lannister’s missives were very clear. I cannot refuse such guests without staining my honour and my House’s.”

“I will write a clearer missive then. They can very well camp in the mountains. No need to come here. I will see it done,” Aemond concluded as you were amazed by his calm demeanour. He was definitely in a good mood.

Your mother remained speechless, not expecting such a gesture from the Prince that she did not always see eye to eye with and simply made a satisfied and dignified sound before glancing down at Naerys once more, trying to hide her embarrassed smile and changing the subject.

“May I take her?”

Understanding that the topic of the Tarbeck visit had oddly come to an end without even the need for you to intervene, you gladly indulged her, your mother not wasting an instant to pull her granddaughter into a warm embrace and speak to her softly, her face now full of adoration.

“She surely is freezing, out in the cold like that. I will take her to the nursery,” she announced, turning on her heels without even waiting for your approval. “Won’t we, darling?” you heard her say to Naerys in a motherly voice.

Aemond’s gaze was fixed on them as they departed, and you could only take his arm reassuringly, smiling at his never-failing protectiveness as his daughter was pulled away from him.

“Come. There is one room I haven’t shown you yet.”

He reluctantly detached his eye from the older woman disappearing in an adjacent corridor before following you to a room much more bright than any others in the mountain-carved castle and looked around.

“You wanted to show me the library?” he pointed out as two scholars that were previously sitting in silence raised from their chairs to leave, abandoning their reading to escape the presence of Aemond. Good, you had counted on that.

“I wanted to show you the finest reading material of the Westerlands,” you said in a sarcastic manner as you waved to the not so many humid books resting on the poor-looking shelves. “So you would finally understand why I spend that much time in the company of books in the Red Keep, as you often inquired why.”

“It sure is… more deprived,” he observed, taking in the many scrolls messily stacked on a nearby table and some gruesome covers further back in the room. Compared to this, the library in King’s Landing looked like paradise, and you have yet to set foot in Oldtown, where the Citadel had the most renowned amount of books.

“Not much to enjoy, wouldn’t you agree?” you kept on, taking advantage of the fact that you were alone to rummage through the scrolls without care and grab a book about mountain wilderness.

Aemond’s gaze was not on the books, however, only on you. 

“And here I was thinking that you spend your time there solely to be in my company,” he teased, thinking back of his studies as a young boy, and you reading next to him, eyes focused on the page as your hair fell around your face, alone in your own world. How he had loved those moments of tranquillity. 

“Nothing could distract me from a good book, not even you,” you said with confidence as you advanced further in the room, toward the study area, Aemond hot on your heels.

“Mhh... Is this a challenge, my Lady?”

You turned to give him a disapproving look but he was already right behind you, your face almost bumping into his chest, glancing at you with a grin.

“A challenge you would surely lose,” you said daringly, feeling his hands take hold of your waist and make home there.

“I do not like to lose,” he whispered huskily before kissing you, taking your breath away in the process. You flattened your hands on his chest by instinct as he leaned more into you, demanding entrance into your mouth with his tongue. You gladly obliged as you felt consumed by his warmth again, a feeling you would never grow used to.

“You sure are in a good mood, my prince,” you managed as you parted for air, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“Mh.” He brushed his lips along your jaw, a soft caress making you shiver. “I could make you much happier than I am if you let me.”

His hands dangerously slid downwards as he took your mouth again, but your hands went for his, grabbing his wrists to prevent him from moving further down.

“An appealing idea, my prince, but I’m afraid that it would have to wait,” you breath out apologetically, making him frown.

“What do you mean, my love?”

You hesitated.

“My health might be better but bringing a new life into the world does not come without consequences. I only require a little more time.”

Your labour had been difficult, and you had studied with a maester wearing a silver chain enough to know that the woman's body needed time after such a strain. Although saying those words pained you, as you could feel the burning lust that spread in your belly at his touch.

“I see,” he acknowledged as he took hold of your head to kiss your forehead, but you could clearly sense how much he tried to steel himself from your previous heated exchange. “Then I shall be patient,” he told you in a reassuring tone.

But you could not, and you would not let that opportunity pass by.

“You don’t have to be,” you stated, hands sliding down to his shoulders gently.

He frowned again but you silenced him with a kiss, nipping gently at his lower lip as you backed him toward a chair near the wall.

“Please sit,” you demanded, making him give you a puzzled look before lowering him down with a pressure on his shoulder.

“Are you punishing me in some way, my Lady?” he asked looking up at you above him, still confused as you could only give him a sly smile in amusement.

When you lowered yourself onto your knees between his thighs, his face lighted up in understanding, what you were doing finally dawning on him as you slid your hand passed his groin and reached for the belt at his waist.

“Ah…” he exhaled, his eye darkening as you unfastened his buckle slowly to uncover the lower part of his abdomen, his pale skin glowing where his muscles were already tensing in anticipation.

“Is my Lady not afraid that someone will enter and find us in this compromising position?”

“You seemed unbothered enough by it a minute ago if I recall correctly my prince,” you retorted, grazing your nails from his lower belly to the growing bulge under his pants. He hissed, you licked your lips.

“You had just challenged me. You know how competitive I can be.”

“It does not matter,” you replied, your hands now pulling down the fabric that covered him. “No one will dare enter if they know Aemond Targaryen is in the room.”

His reply was prevented by the biting of his lips at the feeling of your fingers wrapping around his finally freed member, making his chest heaved in a sharp breath. You kept on.

“So tell me, what has you in such a good mood?”

He groaned, his gaze fixed on your agonisingly slow fingers on him.

“You really wish to discuss of this matter now?” he growled, mouth slightly parted, tone almost scolding.

“Why not? It is a good time as any, none of us has any other use for our tongues than for talking. For now at least.”

You had said that in a fake innocence manner, and the implication of your words for what would come made him take a sharp breath and you slowed your motion, waiting for him to yield to your demand. He growled again in frustration, lulling his head back before reporting his gaze on you with a sigh.

“You strike a hard bargain, but very well. The Blacks are conflicted, Daemon wants to put forward his first-born son Aegon as heir while... while the Sea Snake wants his…” he was having a hard time in keeping his breath even as you squeezed a bit more along his length, “...his bastard grandson on the Throne.”

“He wants to trumps Jacaerys heritage? This goes against Rhaenyra and the Velaryon’s will,” you thought out loud as you put more pressure on Aemond with your palm.

“Yes,” He hissed again, growing harder by the second. “Even Stark is lost at what to do about it.”

You were a little stunned by Daemon’s disregard for his late wife’s son, not even willing to rescue him from the Greens as he rotted in a cell. But the Rogue Prince has always been unpredictable.

“This certainly explains your high spirits,” you concluded as you reported your focus on your ministrations, your hot breath against his sensitive skin.

His grip on the armrests of the chair tightened by his want for more friction, making his knuckles turn white.

“Is my Lady satisfied with my answer?” he panted. “Because I would very much appreciate it if we could come back to the matter at hand.”

You smiled at the pun, satisfied on how his breath was becoming heavier by the minute as you slid your hand up and down.

“I’m sure you can grant me another subject on which to discuss, my prince, you have managed fine until now,” you teased again.

“Y/N…” he painfully exhaled, his dark eye fixed on your mouth, and you wondered how wild his imagination was growing at the moment. You repressed a laugh at his despair, your knees weak at the sight of him left so wanting, his lips parted and hands itching to touch you, but it was the sound of your name on his tongue and spoken so desperately that made you yield. You licked your lips before fulfilling his desire.

You were slow at the beginning, wanting to taste him, working your tongue over him, and the low growl he emitted had you believe that it was the sweetest sound you have ever heard.

“Ondoso se vīlībāzmi -!”

It wasn't the first time you heard him speak in High Valyrian but you could not ignore the way it made his praise far more enticing to you. You raised your eyes at him through your eyelashes, meeting his dilated pupils fixed on you as he bit his lips in frustration, desiring more friction.

The long groan that escaped him next as you took him in your mouth without warning had you satisfied, he arched his head back in pleasure, overwhelmed by the sudden heat.

“F-fuck. Why have I not thought of it earlier? I would have you on your knees in each room of this damn castle if I had.”

From there he was a groaning mess, praising your beauty, swaying your hair away from your face when he could, struggling not to thrust his hips upwards as he felt your cheeks clench around his length at times, making him swear some more.

You could feel him grow more desperate as you continue your task, his tip bumping into the back of your throat, doing your best not to disappoint, led by his whimpers and by the way his breath fastened in his chest.

“Yes, that is good. That is so good Y/N I-” he slightly bucked his hips upwards when your hands tightened around the base of his shaft, another low growl emanating from deep inside his throat. “Fuck-, you were made for this surely,” he huffs, but you are too busy going faster, encouraged by his praises.

His voice cracked, his breath got stuck in his throat, his body tense and the next moment, he came undone, moaning lowly, eye closed in pure pleasure, his hardness jolting at the continual friction.

His dazed mind forced him to take a moment in order to regain control of him again. Then he leans into you, wiping your mixed liquid at your mouth with his thumb lovingly before kissing you.

“Come on, get up.”

He sat you on his thigh, taking care in putting his now limp member away before massaging your knees with his fingers, and you wished he had not put them this close to the heat between your legs.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said pensively as he caressed your hair, hand brushing the side of your throat.

You give him a disagreeing look.

“Oh, hush up, you.”

And then you leaned into him, kissing the side of his face before resting your head against his shoulder.

You were awoken by a gentle tug on your shoulder, and you opened your eyes wide, trying to make out your surroundings in the dark.

“It’s alright, calm yourself.”

The soft voice of Aemond had that very effect and you felt the palm of his hands press against the side of your head to keep you still, your breath rattled.

“You were having a nightmare, I woke you up. It is fine now.”

By flashes, the recurrent dream you had since you learned that Aemond had been made prisoner all these months ago came back into your mind, like a bad memory. You realised that it was the first time you had this dream again since your reunion with Aemond.

“I’m sorry I woke you up…” you breathed out, voice breaking as you realised how late it was.

“Mhh,” came his low tone. “Naerys would have anyway.”

You could decipher the glowing of his sapphire by the moonlight that filtered through the windows, his other living eye invisible to you as he looked straight at you, and you were certain he could see the anguish in your eyes.

“What is it that plagues you so much Y/N?” he asked, flattening your hair on your head soothingly.

“I do not want to talk about it,” you weakly replied, averting your gaze from him and lowering your head, gathering up the sheets that had fallen off from you anxiously. He let a moment pass in which you could feel him tense a bit.

“It is about me, isn’t it?” he guessed, noticing the way you fled his gaze and your body shivered.

You shook your head to chase the ill images on your mind, eager to forget them.

“Tell me,” he demanded calmly.

“It’s… I don’t remember.”

“I know when you are lying to me Y/N. You were calling me in your sleep. Tell me.”

You looked up at him at that, realising that you had not only screamed in your head during your sleep.

“It is just… a bad dream I had since my time in Bitterbridge.”

You could not see it because of the dark but you sensed his jaw clench. You had never talked about your time with Ulf more than necessary, not wishing to bring back bad memories or angering Aemond if you ever told him of what had transpired. “I thought it would be gone by now, with you at my side again but…” you felt your throat burn, unable to continue.

“It is only a nightmare, you will soon get rid of it, you will see,” he assured you, his thumb now grazing your neck.

“I see you die Aemond," you finally admit, now wanting for him to understand that your turmoil does not come from anywhere. “I see you on your knees, Black Sister over you, ready to strike, and then I see your blood be spilled on the throne,” you had said the last piece as loud as a whisper. “It is always the same, and I don't think that I can bear it any more.”

You had reached for his arm at that, and in return you were hardly flushed against him while you refrained a sob from escaping your throat, his arms now wrapping around you.

“None of this will ever happen. I will never be on my knees and certainly not for the Rogue Prince. I will kill him for you. You’ll see.”

“I do not want that Aemond,” you said against his chest. “I do not want that for you, don’t you understand?”

He fell silent, not letting you go as he buried his nose into your hair and stroked your back, his breath the only indication that he was neither angry nor calm, but something mysteriously in between. You had no idea what he was thinking, his silence making you uneasy, but you would have given anything to never leave this position. For him to never leave you.

“Go back to sleep,” he said after a while, voice a little more firm than before. “I am right here.”

Your tired state made you compliant, and you fell into his chest as you laid on the bed, your body strongly secured against his. You had not been certain that you would be able to fall asleep again but you were later awoken by Naerys’ cries, confirming that sleep had not completely eluded you. The next morning you remembered foggily Aemond’s voice telling you to stay still as he left your side, and moments later your daughter’s cries had stopped and you had fallen asleep again.

High Valyrian: "By the Warrio-"

A/N: Short but efficient. Tell me if you liked it.

-0- Part 27

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[khaleesiofalicante]

I came to Galle Fort because I have very vivid memories of visiting it when I was younger.

It reminded me of the place I see in my dreams. The nameless land that exists in my book (working on the name, trust me).

Galle Fort was first built in the 16th century by the Portuguese as a fortified town. It reached the height of its development in the 18th century under Dutch colonial rule.

It is a World Heritage Site (UNESCO) and is my favorite place in this entire country.

I spent the last three days walking around the fort and taking notes and doing research for my book. I literally (and I mean LITERALLY) ran out of pages in my notebook.

This is an extremely new experience for me. I always research the things I write. But to visit places, taking inspiration from it, and then incorporate it into a world that is completely my own...I am in love with this feeling.

I want more of it. I hope to visit a few more towns here locally for research. Hopefully before the end of the year. My book requires an insane amount of worldbuilding and I hope to incorporate a lot of things from my country and our culture into it. There is a lot to be inspired by.

Also, a huge shout out to the random tour guide I stumbled on, who took me around (for free?) and was so excited to learn that I am writing a book and told me a lot of useful details! I will remember you, kind man.

Note: Some pictures from my research trip - which may or may not be direct references to important scenes in the book (the lighthouse, ah!)

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Info, author’s note, etc

AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18.

Summary: Seraphine Malfoy had been raised in California by her Squib parents with no knowledge of her family's magical heritage, though she has received lessons from a local family. When she discovers she’s the sole heir to the Malfoy family, she leaves for England to step into that role. She can handle the balls and the responsibilities and her new family members. The only thing that throws her completely off is the appearance of Death Eater turned war hero Regulus Black, who, despite being ridiculously full of himself, is far too good looking, charming—and far too persistent—for her own good.

Author’s Note:

So you may or may not be aware of this already, but I’ve been working on this for awhile. It’s not done yet, I’m just posting it in honor of Sera’s birthday, which is today. I’m currently working on chapter nine, and I suspect I’ll need at least another three. I’ll be posting every other day, I figure. Also part of the fun of writing this for me was seeing how much stuff I could put in there that would piss off JKR. So the OC is Jewish (her parents converted prior to her birth), and if anybody @s me about how I wrote it incorrectly (I don’t think I did, though) please know that I’m writing her growing up Jewish based how I grew up. You don’t need any understanding of Judaism in order to read the fic, I don’t think. Her best friend is a trans woman, too, which is fun. The trans woman in question is based on my irl best friend, who worked closely with me on “her” character.

Other things to note:

I play it fast and loose with the lore; I change what I don’t like and treat canon as fic inspo. I have indeed read the books, I’ve done tons of research, and I have a family tree made for the fic, same as I always do. I also have every outfit I describe of Sera’s as well as 3D tours of most of the houses described.

Sera was raised entirely separate from Wizarding society, British or US. She has no knowledge of it. This means she’ll use different words for things and spells (relocate instead of apparate, blue animal instead of patronus, that kind of thing). If something seems a little bit odd to you, chances are I explain it later.

Sera does not use a wand. She is not necessarily more powerful than your average witch, it’s just that she learned without one. You may be aware that canonically, Native American witches and wizards (Sera learns from one such family) didn’t use wands, and supposedly their magic was less powerful. I think that’s stupid. If a wand is a lightning rod, that doesn’t mean the lightning isn’t powerful outside of it, it’s just not as concentrated. As a result, the way Sera learned was without a wand but with more force behind each spell. She also learned in Awaswas, the native language of the Uypi tribe (historically they were a tribe living in the Santa Cruz mountains of Northern California, but unfortunately they are extinct now. However, I figure there’s no reason that magical families wouldn’t have been just fine against the colonizers), but she uses nonverbal magic almost exclusively now.

I think that’s everything. If you have any questions, please lmk.

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[nashiriel]

You know, on the subject of Consanguinity…Luke being so blithely confident that Jace or Joffrey would marry him if Addam said no is actually really hilarious. Not least because they might have some awkward explaining to do if the baby pops out with white hair…

Argh, so sorry this sat in my asks for so long!

If Luke produced a Valyrian-looking kid with his brothers, Rhaenyra would simply be flicking those gaslights on and off again. How wonderful that her sons produced a baby that’s obviously the spitting image of Laenor! She always knew their father’s blood would prevail over their Baratheon heritage eventually; just FYI, this is clearly a sign from the gods that all that bastard talk was vile, vile slander-

(in all fairness, Luke and one of his brothers very well could produce a silver-haired baby through the power of recessive genes, not that Rhaenyra’s aware of that, so not technically a lie…)

But Luke is right to be confident that his family would bail him out no matter what, because all of the following plans in their crackish glory would have been tried before the Blacks ever conceded Luke being ruined:

Luke marrying Jace and being immediately heralded as Aemma’s natural heir as queen (Viserys enthusiastically agrees in front of an open court, which then gets used as major PR ammo when war breaks out)

Luke marrying Joffrey, who will with all a medieval preteen’s knowledge of sex education, blithely insist that he consummated with Luke complete with graphic and physically implausible descriptions of the act itself if any of the Greens hate themselves enough to ask

Luke marrying Rhaena and immediately going on a nine-month honeymoon tour of the Free Cities, during which Rhaena fakes a pregnancy and Luke conceals it. Awkwardly, Rhaena actually does fall pregnant before the first baby arrives, though she rather enjoys telling Aemond without batting an eyelid that the incredibly close gap between births is obviously down to Luke’s virility and insatiable passion for her

Corlys commissioning about 50 fetching portraits of Luke which he shops around to practically every eligible bachelor in Westeros (finally Dalton Greyjoy’s time to shine!), with an offer of doubled dowry if they marry ASAP. They’re a little surprised however to receive an enthusiastic reply from Daeron Targaryen…

Corlys taking Luke on a voyage to Lys in which Luke enjoys a whirlwind courtship and marriage to an incredibly handsome and 100% real nobleman, scout’s honour. Alas, his husband sadly perishes on the journey back to meet Luke’s family, but luckily the devastated (and now attractively widowed) Luke has a child to remember him by before he hits the dating scene again.

Sadly, Addam’s enthusiastic agreement negated any need for such scheming - but have no doubt the Blacks would have been entirely ready and willing to step up for Luke if required.

Which it very well soon will be-

[charlesandmartine]

Friday 6th December 2024

Big day today. We returned to Airlie Beach bright and early for our flight across the Whitsundays and on and over the Great Barrier Reef! We needed to park in Woolworths carpark and present ourselves to the tour operator outside the Nomads Backpackers office. Anxious obviously in case they mistook us for Backpackers! A whole new world might open up.

Approximately 1,400 miles long and 12 miles or so off the coast from Airlie Beach, this living organism, the Great Barrier Reef stretches from the tip of the Cape in the north of Queensland to Bundaberg in the south, not too far from the NSW border. This is the equivalent roughly of London to the south of Italy! In area, it has been compared to 70 million football pitches! This World Heritage Site can be seen from outer space and is made up of billions of tiny organisms known as coral polyps. The 12 seater, single propeller plane, took off from Airlie Beach Airport at 11 am. this morning to take us firstly on a spin around the Whitsunday Islands, pointing out Whitehaven Beach, said to be in the top 3 most beautiful beaches in the world, and then out to the Reef. We were advised this was the optimum time of day today to view the Reef as it was midway between high and low tide. The Great Barrier Reef is, in fact, a collection of some 2,900 individual reefs. In the hour or so, we had of our rather young pilot's time we could only view a very small part of the structure, but as we approached, although there was an instant recognition of what we were seeing, simply because it is so iconic, at the same time we were completely in awe of its complexity, of the appearance of islands, of inner waterways, of rivers or canals forging passageways through the groups of reefs. The indigenous peoples have known about the Reef for thousands of years, and it forms an important part in their spiritual beliefs. European man knew nothing of it until Captain Cook hit it in Weary Bay, near Cooktown, on 11th June 1770. His ship, the Endeavour, was stuck fast on it, and had he not managed to free it, perhaps the whole history of Australia might have had to be rewritten. Seeing just part of this huge thing was absolutely amazing, and once again, we feel privileged to have seen it.

Still feeling just a little stunned from the experience, we were dropped off by the tour guide very close to our sandwiches in the car behind Woolworths in Airlie Beach. We sat and ate them in relative silence still pondering the enormity of what we had just seen. Then a trip into Woollies to buy a bit of food and the set off for home by Dingo Beach, passing yet again through the sugar cane fields. These are interesting because this is a continuous crop split across many fields, each with crops at a different stage of growth. So some fields had been harvested and still with stubble, next a crop just 6 inches, then 12 inches, then 2 feet, etc. until around 3 feet and ready for harvest.

Then, around 5.30, off to the beach for beer and nibbles. It was dark by the time we had walked back to our converted shed, but as we cut across the large open lawn area to the front door, we heard the thump thump thump of a kangaroo deciding not to share his evening with us. He could have watched Liam Neeson in The Commuter with us, with a helping of chicken curry.

What a great day!

[theroyalsims]

CROWN PRINCESS VISITS ICONIC SIMDIAN SITE

Her Royal Highness visited the iconic and much= beloved cultural heritage site in northern Simdia, The Lotus Palace. 

Aside from the postcard-worthy palace itself, which boasts three massive sparkling domes, the sprawling complex also features multiple gardens, fountains, and a world-famous reflecting pool. 

The Lotus Palace, built some 400 years ago, was a present by King Raja to his wife, Queen Rani. Legend has it that The King, so in love with the beautiful young Princess Rani from a neighbouring kingdom, had an entire lake covered with beautiful lotus blossoms, his beloved’s favourite flowers. Touched by the King’s dedication to win her affection, Princess Rani finally accepted his proposal and the two wed in a lavish ceremony, with celebrations that lasted for a month. 

(Above: The Crown Princess was given an exclusive tour by the palace’s head curator. The entire palace complex was closed to the public, giving HRH a very rare and intimate look at the cultural treasure.)

However, a massive cyclone tore through the country and left the lake -and the flowers- in ruins. The royal priests claimed that the destruction was a sign that the gods did not approve of the royal union, and they called for the dissolution of the King and Queen’s marriage. Outraged, the King instead ordered that the lake be filled in, and a massive palace be built in his Queen’s honour. The resulting structure was a marvel to behold, and at that time, was the tallest and largest building in Simdia. The domes are made to resemble lotus blossoms, and the building itself features thousands of carvings of lotus motifs, hence the name, “Lotus Palace.” 

(Above: The Crown Princess strikes a pose in front of the reflecting pool. Typically, the queue to have a seat and to have one’s photo taken by the pool could take up to three hours on busy days!  Being a visiting royal apparently has its perks!)

The King famously remarked: “No cyclone is strong enough to destroy this palace, just as nothing in this world will ever destroy my love for my Queen.” True enough, the Lotus Palace still stands with its limestone domes and marble walls, just as beautiful as the day it was completed. And what of King Raja and Queen Rani? The two had a happy and peaceful marriage, and was blessed with thirteen children. The King died at age 82, less than a month after the Queen’s passing. It is said that so strong was their love for each other that neither cyclones nor death could tear them apart.

With such a romantic backstory, it’s no wonder that the place is frequented by lovers -and singletons- from all over the world who wish to find true love and happiness with their soulmate. We can’t help but wonder if Crown Princess Anya made a wish by the reflecting pool to finally meet her true love?

(Above: Beautiful in Pink! HRH added a splash of colour to her white dress by pairing it with a pink tailored blazer with gold accents, and a matching pink head scarf.)

Well, wish or not, one thing’s for sure, Her Royal Highness looked beautiful during her outing. The Crown Princess wore a white pleated dress, which she paired with a pink blazer and a matching pink head scarf. HRH wore her grandmother’s gold watch, and finished off her ensemble with a pair of nude pumps.

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Vishwas World Tech Private Limited established in 2020, and it has several wings in that Vishwas Sandalwood Farms established in 2023 by its Proprietor Mr. Vishwa N. Vishwas Sandalwood Farm is a part of Vishwas World Tech Private Limited a company that is involved in farming, real-estate, and technology. Our company was founded with a simple idea of giving al the consumers needs at one stop.

At Sandalwood Farming, we stand at the forefront of sustainable cultivation and production of the world’s most prized aromatic wood — sandalwood. Our journey is rooted in a deep reverence for nature and a commitment to preserving this revered resource for generations to come. Vishwas Sandalwood Farms are competent, courteous, and dedicated. We certify Farm land and check all of their details. When you choose a Verified farm land on Vishwas Sandalwood farms, you can rest confident that it has been thoroughly reviewed and that you may buy it with complete confidence. We’re always coming up with innovative ways to make your Farm land attractive. Our team consists of farmers, environmentalists, and community members, all dedicated to the principles of sustainability. Our farm is located in a vibrant, biodiverse area, creating an ideal environment for cultivating sandalwood. By using these practices this enhances the ecosystem rather than harm the ecosystem.

Our goal: At Vishwas Sandalwood Farms, Our aim is to provide guests with a chance to immerse themselves in nature, enjoying the serene landscapes of our farm while learning about the rich history and cultivation of sandalwood through engaging activities and tours. We are creating a distinctive destination that beautifully combines the elegance of sandalwood cultivation with a luxurious resort experience. We are committed to implementing eco-friendly practices throughout our operations, engaging with the local community to create jobs and support artisans, and prioritizing nature conservation to protect our environment and promote biodiversity.

Our mission: We combine the beauty of sandalwood farming with a relaxing resort experience. Our goal is to grow high-quality sandalwood while giving guests a chance to enjoy a peaceful getaway in nature. Here, you can stay in luxury and learn about the history and importance of sandalwood. We’re dedicated to being eco-friendly, showing how we can take care of the environment while providing great service and growing amazing plants so that you can have a happy and a peaceful stay at your own farm house.

Our vision: At Sandalwood Farms and Resorts, we want to create a beautiful place that celebrates sandalwood and offers a unique, eco-friendly luxury experience. Our vision is to combine the rich history of sandalwood farming with top-notch hospitality, allowing guests to explore and connect with nature. We aim to lead in sustainable tourism, showcasing the importance of sandalwood while protecting the environment and involving the community. We hope to provide not just a getaway, but a meaningful experience that positively impacts guests and nature.

THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE TO INVEST IN VISHWAS SANDALWOOD FARMS-

At Sandalwood Farms and Resorts, we focus on sustainability by using eco-friendly practices in both farming and hospitality to protect our natural resources. We are dedicated to excellence, ensuring the highest quality in sandalwood cultivation and guest experiences. We believe in living in harmony with nature, respecting the environment, and supporting the local ecosystem. Education is important to us, so we offer programs that help guests and local communities learn about sandalwood farming, biodiversity, and sustainable living. We also honor the cultural heritage of sandalwood by embracing diversity and supporting local traditions. We strive to be innovative, constantly looking for new ways to improve our farming methods and guest experiences. Lastly, we commit to ethical practices, supporting fair trade and helping local communities grow economically. At Sandalwood Farms and Resorts, we’re excited to announce a new addition: honey cultivation! This new initiative allows us to expand our commitment to sustainability while producing high-quality honey alongside our sandalwood. By using eco-friendly practices, we aim to protect natural resources and enhance our guests’ experience.

Investing in Vishwas Sandalwood Farm offers a unique opportunity to be part of a sustainable and innovative venture that combines the beauty of sandalwood cultivation with eco-friendly practices and honey production. Our commitment to excellence, education, and community engagement ensures that your investment will not only yield financial returns but also contribute positively to the environment and local culture. By supporting a project dedicated to ethical practices and sustainable tourism, you can help create a lasting impact that benefits both guests and the natural world. Join us in this journey to cultivate a harmonious sanctuary where luxury and sustainability thrive together.

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ahh working in historical houses sounds like such an interesting experience! I notice you mention some of them being haunted - have you or your coworkers ever had any ghosty experiences? I'm a new follower, so sorry if it's something you've been asked about before! hope you're having a lovely day

No worries! Thanks for the well-wishes, and I send you the same.

Yes, I and many people I know have had ghost encounters at our workplaces. Much as I roll my eyes at people who assume every historical house must be haunted...well, some of them are. But it can become very normal when you're dealing with it every day. A lot of museums have little rituals the staff have adopted to keep the ghosts happy, often as simple as saying "good morning" and "good night" when opening and closing. My current museum isn't even supposed to be haunted, and I still do that just in case, to be polite.

Also, ghost encounters are often pretty unexciting. A light going on or off with no explanation, hearing footsteps when nobody's there, objects being moved, doors opening or closing a bit, motion detectors beeping for no apparent reason, etc. are among the most common you hear about. It's not usually that scary, and you're here to do a non-ghost-related job, so. You just learn to coexist. Say hello now and then, ask for behaviors you don't like to please stop. Swap stories with other heritage site workers. It's part of the industry.

The most dramatic experience I've had at work was hearing a staff entrance door open and close (complete with the door sensor ding) and footsteps in the breakroom nearby, when nobody onsite was in that area. One of my coworkers at that museum had the elevator door repeatedly open and close behind her during a tour, when a guest asked if the house was haunted. She wasn't scared- just annoyed at the ghost for getting the visitors off-topic.

And that's a big reason you may be at a haunted site and not know it: unless there's a dedicated ghost tour, we generally don't like talking hauntings with guests. Some museum workers don't believe in them (rare at heritage sites, but it does happen), and even the ones who do often consider it an irritating distraction.

I mean, see it from our perspective. We've poured so much time and energy into researching this site, learning the tours, studying and working with the objects on display, fundraising, doing maintenance and cleaning, or any of a hundred and one other tasks. We all want to talk about the site, the people who inhabited it, the moment in time it represents, the world around it and how it relates to our current world, etc. And here comes someone who's watched one too many horror movies, ignoring all our hard work because they just want to know "IS IT HAUNTED?!?!?!"

Now, the person probably does not mean to come off that way. We are aware of this. Please do not be ashamed or feel bad for wondering about ghosts at a historical house museum; that's perfectly normal. As I said, a lot of us not only believe, but believe we've had encounters at work. It only takes a few bad apples, though- a few tourists who came solely as thrillseekers, or to mock the site simply because it's an old house -to make a museum worker jaded. We're not trying to make snap judgments or be snobs; we're just Tired. Even when I worked at a haunted site, I would tell visitors it wasn't just to keep the tour on track. And I will do it again the next time I'm in that situation, too.

If you want to talk ghosts on a house museum tour, here is my advice:

Wait until the end of the tour, catch the guide alone, and quietly ask your question. I can't guarantee you'll get an honest answer, even then- and some sites genuinely aren't haunted, so "no" is sometimes the truth. But I know I'd be much more likely to open up about a haunting if the person seems aware that asking during the tour would derail things.

If you have an experience, feel free to let the guide know- again, after the tour and quietly. Unless it's something really scary that you can't control your reaction to (understandable), or dangerous, or a bunch of other people notice it, too, please do not bring it to the attention of anyone outside your party. Yes, it is very interesting that you saw a curtain move on its own, but if you call it out I'll never get the tour back on-subject.

So there's a bit of a primer on the topic of ghosts in house museums. Hope it was helpful/interesting!

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Unit 2 Blog Post

My ideal role as an environmental interpreter has been inspired by nature interpreters that have made a difference in my life. This has influenced the qualities I value in interpretation and would hope to share with others. 

A moment that has impacted my interpretation journey was going on a whale watching tour while visiting São Miguel Island in Portugal. While it was amazing to witness sperm whales and dolphins in their natural habitat, the interpreters also educated us on threats to marine mammal populations, such as ship collisions and climate change. Since the boat also operated as a research vessel, they explained all the instruments they were using to collect data on these species. This tour opened my eyes to marine mammal conservation issues, but did so in an uplifting way. After the tour was complete, I did not feel hopeless about the state of our whale and dolphin populations. Instead, I understood the importance of the research being done by the interpreters, and felt inspired to get involved. 

Whale watching on São Miguel Island, Portugal.

I am not the only one who has been influenced by nature interpretation in this way. In a study analyzing the conservation intentions of whale watchers, research showed that creating an emotional connection through interpretation increased the drive of tourists to protect these species (Jacobs & Harms, 2014). Reading this paper and relating it to my own experiences emphasized to me the importance of research-based interpretation in conservation. 

This also relates to Tilden’s Principles of Interpretation. In the textbook, these are explained as gifts given to an audience through an interpretative experience. Two of these principles, the gift of provocation and the gift of beauty, stood out to me. The gift of provocation is the inspiration that an interpretive experience offers to people, challenging them to think in a new way. The gift of beauty is an appreciation of natural beauty that motivates conservation. These two principles describe how I felt after my whale watching experience: in awe of the beauty around me, and inspired to help. As a nature interpreter, I would want to pass these gifts on to others around me. 

In short, my ideal role as an environmental interpreter would be a combination of research and interpretation. I am interested in collecting data and studying wildlife, but also in sharing this information with others. This could mean working as an ecologist at national park or conservation area, or anywhere that people go with the goal of connecting with nature. I would love to help foster this connection in an enthusiastic, uplifting way.  Since this position may require driving research boats or leading hikes, I would need a wide variety of basic outdoor skills. I would also need a broad knowledge base on the topic that I am sharing, as I would want to be able to answer questions with confidence. 

A photo taken at Pacific Rim National Park on Vancouver Island. I hope to work at a national park or conservation area in the future.

Experiencing good nature interpretation, and being given the gifts of provocation and beauty in a research-focused way has been inspiring to me. I would love to help pass these gifts on to others as an interpreter. 

Works Cited

Jacobs, M. H., & Harms, M. (2014). Influence of interpretation on conservation intentions of whale tourists. Tourism Management, 42. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.tourman.2013.11.009

Knudson, L.B.T.T.C.D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage: For a Better World. Sagamore Publishing LLC. https://sagamore.vitalsource.com/books/9781571678669