#hopflowers

[astarab1aze]

Kírât, of true Sunjatta

     A city built upon the backs of all those cast out of their homelands, unwanted, displaced, or wholly feared by the peoples of Sunjatta, Kírât sits hidden in the Dustveil – which spans from the depths of the furthest easterly reaches of the Diremark to the crux of the Stormlands of Chimeria far to the west – as a monument to Sunjatti undesirables. The streets are cobbled with dusty sandstone carven from desert mountains and solidified spider nests, and every house, home, tavern and hovel is built narrowly to fit; but so, too, are they fashioned of sand and stone, ashen-orange and twilight adorned in cactus wood and flags of spidersilk, red ochre and turquoise in-lays resembling gossamer webs along every doorway in the city, and in the looming shadows cast by a waning sun, there is both heart and great reproach to be seen within the worn architecture itself. Along towering walls reaching far into the sky were great statues of something old and wretched with too-large and too many eyes and even more limbs - countless, some might say - and their figures imposing, foul, but it is widely understood these statues serve as warnings, deterrents against the pitiful beasts plaguing the Dustveil, or even the likes of strange wildlings and the inevitable horns, drums, and trumpets of war.

     Before the city lies hundreds of miles of vast, treacherous desert fraught with ceaseless drought and gargantuan spiders of a mindless breed, which the hardened peoples of Kírât have taken to slaying since first settling in their hard-won castle-city of sand. With iron and blood, courage and wondrous spirit, the people of Kírât rule over the Dustveil, pushing legions of spiderlings and widows into their holes, and the Stormlands and forestry beyond the dunes, much to the dismay of what few elves still maintain their posts at the end of the East Road, the Adamantine Gate, leading into the Fhal'Tiran forest - and they were certainly, previously few. 

     Rains in the Dustveil came on rare occasion and each heralded a new beginning - the Kírâti New Year - and many of the dwarves, humans, elves, and beastfolk living behind sandstone walls would rush out into the streets with barrels and buckets and pots to catch the rain, and a feast of desert rice, fell goat, and cactus fruit would be had in the downpour with the glow of witchlights strewn above on the rooftops. The streets would echo with elfsong and hearty laughter and smoke would brim and billow free of shop windows, tavern chimneys, and the braziers burning at every corner. Taken by the promise of a new beginning, many would dance arm-in-arm and all about the city square around the sandstone fountain, overjoyed by such bounty, but all would bow their heads and give thanks to the gods above, and the feast would carry on merrily. The peoples of Kírât were not known for spirited parties nor any kind of particular extravagance, but exceptions were often made at the start of their new year, and in the roaring of the aqueducts, precious water would be allocated to what few crops they could manage to grow. Canaemery, Black Foil, hopflower, and Dragon’s Breath bloomed in the hot desert sun, and such petals and leaves of verdant green, murk and mud, pale yellow, and breaths of crimson would become the very basis of all trade in and out of Kírât - of which elves and dwarves and men and the odd beastfolk alike would spin into pipeweed, poisons, and ales of a harsh and fiery sort. Such was appreciated and often hoarded at the behest of travelers and merchants wishing to spend their coin on the best Kírât had to offer - although, those of a wiser disposition in so treacherous a land would quite beg to differ - and many were left with riches of little use, wandering a festive city with nothing to show for it. 

     They all were equally left in awe, for Kírâti people were not known for any particular sort of extravagance, generosity, nor grand celebration. They were tough, and with calloused and scarred hands they continued forward as if no party or jubilant feast had ever come to pass. They reaped the rewards of their patience and due diligence, and set aside their gleefulness for every day ahead of them was often violent, terrible, and rife with that which no other people could contend. When twin moons rose high above the endless sands, both round with the fullness of silver light, widows would climb out of their burroughs and the undead would claw free of sandpits, underground caverns, and dunes, and all would trample over one another in search of sustenance - or an end to their pitiful unlife. Hideous creatures, these legions of the darkest corners of the desert, made their way to Kírât, the only settlement for hundreds of miles plump with what they sought, and they would unleash upon them floods of venom and accursed arrows, battering the gates and thrusting their rusted swords and fangs against sandstone walls until, at last, they would crumble.

     But the people of Kírât were of a resilient and steadfast nature, and such was perhaps more highly valued than anything else at all.

     Their adversaries would be met with swift judgment, cold steel and dragon glass, the rawness of magic unknown and ancient, the secrets of the world that’d shunned them. Death was not an option for them but a definitive consequence for all those that dared bring to harm any under the Kírâti banner. The piercing scream of a hail of arrows set free by the elves would herald a first strike and scores of dwarves armed with warhammers and great swords would follow; Beastfolk would come barreling out of the cracks, their truest of shapes seen by the numbers scattered across the battlefield in silver light staining the desert a ghostly hue, and men would ride on their backs with swords, shields, and bows at the ready; but all would stand prepared to defend their home with their lives, as kinsman, as brothers, united not by fear but determination and the will to protect their way of life with their lives. They would not fall to the likes of the shamblers crowding the graveous dunes, nor the spiders whose fangs glistened with fell venom, and their children, their wives, their mothers, sisters, cousins, and all those who kept the hearth warm would live to see the first streams of golden light when the sun should rise above sandy hills and reveal to all the blood that had been spilt. Precious few of their own would be lost in the tides of battle, strewn about in pieces, unrecognizable and delivered home on carts with their weapons to serve as heirlooms, reminders of their sacrifice in grand halls, but the putrid carcasses of the spiders were to be looted, their venom taken to the alchemists, their silk to the seamstresses, and the rest to feed all those who’d gone hungry.

     And so, too, would graves have been dug beneath the city, remains placed in dark tombs and winding catacombs lit only by flickering flame, and a lament would be sung by their kin, a haunting echo cutting through shadow like a knife piercing flesh. All would bow their heads in sorrow, adorned in blackened dress, and the sound of weeping would yet mingle with the agonizing song marking their passing. Shawls of woven spidersilk would then be pulled over the dead, long and wispy, and blooms of dragon’s breath would be set upon their heads as crowns – for in their fall, they would be given the highest of honor no other would have given. In life, they were but soldiers, knights, exiles cast out of their homelands as unwanted, unneeded, or wholly despised, but in death, they would be honored as kings. Many would give fleeting words to express their grief, some unspoken and merely cried out, before the dead would be sealed away in the darkest reaches of the city they built.

     Such pain was not shouldered by their families alone. Rather, all those who flew the Kírâti banner would bow their heads in turn in the days to follow and stories would be shared with great joy, for the dead would never have wished for their kinsman nor their families to sink into despair but remember them instead. It would not do for a people with so few joys to be robbed of what little they’d had, and while Kírâti people were not known for any particular sort of extravagance or song or dance, a party both of mourning and remembrance would be had for the lost and the bereft, for the dead were to be honored as kings.

     Among all things, the people of Kírât felt much more deeply than any might expect, for they stood to lose far more than they had, and as the days came and went, their very lives hung in the balance and they met such losses, such hardships and turmoil, with a strength of heart none else could ever have hoped to covet for themselves. Perhaps it is due to the strength of men, the wisdom of elves, the spirit of the dwarves, and the cleverness of the beastfolk; Or it is the willingness of all to see beyond circumstance and difference and gaze upon the crest of any dune and bear witness to the greatness they could achieve through perseverance, shared ground, honesty, and oaths fulfilled. But no matter what it was that tied them all together, they nonetheless braced the city walls and watched over their lands as though the lives they’d lived before were but forgotten, lost to the ever constant and inescapable ebb and flow of time. Hardened by sandstorms and an onslaught of vicious undead and widows, by the arid sands and blistering sun, their ability to survive is brought on only by a sense of duty rejected by their former homelands, and unfathomable experience and willful cooperation.

     Unexpectedly, most of those who dwell in Kírât are elves, abandoned and forgotten by their hidden Fhal'Tiran kin, banished to the twisting, swirling, ever-changing dunes of the Dustveil, and there are none among their ranks spared any mercy. It is as unexpected a thing as any, for many would think the elves a source of wisdom and utmost maturity - but they send away and discard their own anyway. How cruel, then, that they should banish their people to lands they are not known to withstand, to suffer the harsh winds and days-long sandstorms, sweltering heat and unforgiving journeys through hundreds of miles of it all. 

     Sédalín Sevaaris no longer remembers the oath he swore, driven mad by a grief of his own, and through the terribly long passage of time, his rule has waned, and so, too, has he left in ruin his people. He’d exiled many of his number to the Dustveil, or wherever else they may have gone – it was no concern of his, to be sure – and as such, Kírâti numbers have been bolstered with the skill of elven craftsmanship, magic, and battle prowess, lending strength to not only their fellow elves, but the dwarves, men, and beastfolk who reside there. Such is priceless, such is kept close and adapted to the needs of all.

     Weary are they who take the West and East Roads into Kírât and they arrive weakened and parched by their nigh impossible journey, but they are willing, taken in by their fellow exiles, gifted a freshly cooked meal and a bellyful of mead or precious water, and thus the opportunity to live among them – to win back the life that’d been taken from them. Second chances were offered to all those who collapsed in the shadow of the city’s walls and with clay carafes and blankets of woven spidersilk are they ferried beyond the gates into the heart of the city, where healers and alchemists would see to any wounds and especially those burning and festering as would be caused by any blade of the undead or venomous fang of a widow. Merciful are the people of Kírât, despite their unmatched toughness, for even the roughest and hardest of hearts may soften under the right circumstances.

     Not all who wander into the city are troubled or aggrieved; Some may even be merchants or mere travelers lost among the sands, and such are welcomed with the promise of coin to be spent; though, as one might expect, it is a rare thing in fact to find a Kírâti willing to part with even a small portion of their hoards of Dragon’s Breath ale or reserves of Canaemery beyond the keeper of Khûthd’s Rest. Spidersilk tapestries, expertly crafted swords, hammers, shields, and carapace armor, enchanted blades and cloaks, staves and wands, spellbound tomes and the guidance of herbaflorists, and perhaps much more were open to wanderers, drifters, adventurers, and merchants, but there were none with so cool-burning a hearth as Fuäd, short and stout as he with a wispy white beard and cropped wiry hair, nor so open as to share his supply of prized ales and pipeweed.

[womenscraftbeer]

There is pretty epic beer on the moon ... who knew?! MOON ROCKS #triplehazyipa by @goldwaterbrewingco is a huge #tallboy of #hops done up 4 ways! #hoppellets #hopflowers #hopoils #lupulinpowder 10.5% ABV 🔥🌚👩🏻‍🚀 Don’t even want to come back down to earth! #stratahops #simcoehops #comethops #columbushops #citrahops #goldwaterbrewingco #independentcraft #seektheseal #moonrocks (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/womensbeercollective/p/ByTpc7Unl8A/?igshid=yv1qc046b87f

[foxglovesound]

Arnica of Thornwood Sound

Name: Arnica Past Names: N/A Age: 37 months (3 years) Rank: Fellow Identity & Pronouns: CIS molly, she/her  Orientation: Lesbian 

Family:

Hummingbird || maternal grandmother, deceased

Agoseris || maternal grandmother, Thornwood Sound senior

Tormentil || mother’s sibling, Thornwood Sound caretaker

Goldfinch || maternal uncle, Openheath Hillock rilshamiaul

Chanterelle || mother, Thornwood Sound fellow

Carp || mother, Thornwood Sound fellow

Heatwave || cousin, Openheath Hillock leader

Sunshower || cousin, deceased

Rainstorm || cousin, deceased

Foxglove || cousin, Thornwood Sound fellow

Residency: Agoseris’ Residency 

Student Resident: Opossum 

[goldencitybrewery-blog1]

Look at those #flowers ! We are going to have a bountiful hop harvest this year! Yes we do use our estate grown hops in our beer! . . . . . #craftbrew #craftbeercolorado #colorado #hops #hopflower #beergarden #sunny #summer #craft #artisan #craftbeer #farming #local #buylocal #humuluslupulus #buds #pistils #beautiful

[warriorsbutnotreally]

I think Hopfeather, Hopstride, Hopthorn, Hopshine, Hopecloud could also be good names, since his birth name was Hopkit (I think he was named after the plant, not the action)

Even if he was named after the plant, as someone with a leg injury myself, the prefix Hop- gives me a lot of pause for a disabled cat

but not only that, we do have it confirmed within Tallstar's Revenge itself that he was named after his twisted paw, which he was born with;

Tallpaw climbed out of his nest, pricking his ears as she answered the warriors’ questions. “Three kits,” she announced. “Hickorynose is delighted. He’s named the tom Hopkit. One of his paws is a little crooked, but he’ll be fine ..."

like I get people wanting to justify the birth name Hop- but it was still given to a kitten because he was born with a twisted paw.

and for Hopflower the name is fine whether it means the plant or the action because she wasn't born physically disabled.

but he was

and I don't mean to get so passionately upset

it's just always bothered me when people solution to fixing Deadfoot's name went to trying to defend the prefix Hop- and either not remembering that he was born disabled or trying to say he wasn't named after his leg, both are common things in this fandom

I don't mean to be hostile and I apologize if I came off as such

[shantastencils]

Viking St Hops logo is still in development but enjoying the process this is taking. Some final touches to add and a background graphic of some description. #shantastencils #shanta #viking #vikingst #shantadesign #hops #cascade #prideofringwood #victoria #goldings #hopflowers #cluster #hopbeard #adobe #adobeillustrator #instaart #instadaily #lineart #black #white

[etimue]

#festadeifiori #acireale #hop #hopflavor #hopflowers #beer #birra #birraartigianaleitaliana #birraartigianale #etimue #pub #acireale (presso Etimuè)

[kaminatsukisilv-apple-chips]

My favorite applications for iOS 12 (2019/04/30)

すでにご存知のアプリも有ると思いますが、簡単なコメントとともにご紹介。

HashPhotos by beyondf

写真管理の最高峰

ファイル情報の確認がしやすい

スマートアルバム/タグ/macOSへ転送/類似抽出/位置情報フィルタ/メタデータ変更/etc

今回紹介するのを忘れるほど愛用している

以前に紹介記事を書いたことがある

HashPhotos - Alternate photo viewer for iOS.

Wright - Search App by Shinichiro Kato

サジェスト機能の有る検索の入り口

こちらの記事で知った

"iOS12 Eurecaの代替え検索アプリ「Wright」ブックマークをカスタマイズして運用 | あかめ女子のwebメモ" 

Cheatsheet Widget by Christopher Adam Overholtzer

ウィジェットに表示させてリマインダーとして

そこからURLを開いたりスニペットとしてコピーして再利用したり

他のiOSとiCloud同期可能だが単独でも十分

twlikes for Twitter by Kentaro Imai

Twitterで自分がLikeをつけたツイートを管理する

Ore2 for Twitter & Mastodon by CatHand.org

MastdonとTwitterにクロスポストできる

操作性はあまり良くはないため閲覧向きではない

Airmail - Your Mail With You by Bloop S.R.L.

Sparkよりも操作しやすく直観的

使い勝手は現在最高峰

Spike: Email Messenger & Chat by Hopflow

チャット形式でメールを表示する

Outlookアカウントが対応していないのが残念

または自分の設定の仕方が悪いのか……

Shortcuts by Apple

Opener ‒ open links in apps by tijo, inc.

Launcher with Multiple Widgets by Cromulent Labs

デバイスの状態/天候などを表示できる

フォルダの挙動が自分はあまり好きでない

iCloudバックアップを利用してアイテムを選択同期可能

Launch Center Pro by Contrast

クリップボードを利用するアクションが豊富

リストを利用して多数のアクションを一箇所に置けるが登録したものを編集するのは面倒

フォルダを開く動作は独特だが好き

Dropboxでバックアップ可能

StageCameraPro2 -Simple camera by sky-nexus Inc.

HEIF対応静音カメラのひとつ

画質iOSカメラに劣る気がする

Luma: Convert Heic 2 Jpg by Sergei Pekar

HEIFに変換できる

Microsoft Pix Camera by Microsoft Corporation

文字認識が高精度

配送伝票の数字を抽出に使用している

Overcast（Overcast Radio, LLC）

Podcast再生用

変速機能あり

nPlayer Plus（Newin Inc.）

プレイヤーアプリ

無料版あり

こちらのサイトで詳しい解説がされている

”reliphone" nPlayerの検索結果

Weather Line • by Off Coast LLC

天気予報。体感温度を折れ線グラフで表示。ウィジェット対応。

Ohajiki Web Browser by Shingo Fukuyama

タブを開く/閉じる操作がしやすい

履歴を残しておきたい場合には向かない

検索ランチャーとしても使えるがそれはWrightの方が向いている

アップデートは最近少ない

Blink - Quick Memo by IDEAMP Co.,Ltd.

リマインド機能あり

音声入力はあまり良くない感

すぐメモしてすぐ消すのに向いている

Clear Todos by Realmac Software

完了したものを削除するとレストアできない潔さ

リストのバックアップを行えるので同じものをまた使いたいときには便利

年に数回ほど忘れた頃に使っている

番外編

Pixelmator iOS/macOS

今や定番

簡単な編集はiOS/手の込んだことはmacOSで

GoodReader

年数回使うので一応まだ残してある

Telepaste (macOS)

ユニバーサルクリップボードに対応していないMacへテキストを送るときに使用

iOS版は操作性が良くないのでQR生成はShortcutsを使っている

前回紹介したときはMac版がメインでしたが、今ではiOS内で完結することが多く、新しく見つけたものは無いと言い切れます。

Apple Chips by KaminatsukiSilv ― My favorite applications for Mac + iOS  (2015/11/29)

[oceans-below-mountains-above]

Probably the greatest thing to come home to after such a long day. @pioneer_fit, you absolutely outdid yourself and I'm in love with both the wallet and the straps. Thank you so much! #americanmade #pioneerfit #generalleathercraftfamily #fuckyeah #hopflower #personal #amiapowerlifteryet

[kreasimalam]

Hop Flower. This logo template is available at www.creativemarket.com/KreasiMalam @creativemarket #logo #logotemplate #template #brand #branding #vector #graphic #design #vintage #studio #illustration #identity #stationery #ijajil #kreasimalam #creativemarket #logos #LogofolioSubmission #logodesign #logodesigner #logoplace #hopflower #brewerylogo #brewing #beer #brewinglogo

[foxglovesound]

uh anyways. *ages up like 90% of the cast*

[foxglovesound]

🔥 hopflower?

🔥 - what gets your character angry? how quickly do they reach their breaking point?

oh dear.... Hopflower is actually pretty slow to anger! She's a very patient, level-headed person (which is how she earned that suffix!), but that may be to a fault. She doesn't typically stand up for things until it really, really sets her off, and usually deals with upsetting situations by comforting the cats afterwards. She's very much a gentle giant trope.

That being said, when Hopflower does get angry, she is a force to be reckoned with. She is one of the largest cats in RiverClan, and is definitely well-skilled in the fighting department. If you piss her off in a fight, get to running. She'll get especially angry and defensive if kits or youngsters are at harm, and she's quick to defend youngsters in need; she may not be volatile or quick to anger, but she is still a very powerful fighter, and in the rare chances that she does get angry in a way that can only be dealt with physically, she is a force to be reckoned with.

[foxglovesound]

If your noticing you use foot alot an alternative i like to use is Step! I have an oc named Thunderstep that i was originally gonna call Thunderfoot. Hes got extra toes and is very loud when he walks 😂 (based on my irl cat with extra toes who is very loud)

OOO thats a fun idea !! i might work that in >:3c!! most of the cast has already been named buuuut i am still in pre-production so i could do some renaming soon perhaps....

also AWWW THUNDERSTEPPPP HE SOUNDS SO CUTE also hey i have a polydactyl cat too :D!!! we love those kitties with the extra toes<333

[womenscraftbeer]

✨🔅 glistening drops of golden goodness for your ears 🔅✨ Beer jewelry and more in our little shop in link 👆🏼✨ #hops #earrings #hopflower #beerearrings #golden #beer ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ #craftbeerlover #beerme #beerlover #beerblogger #drinkcraftnotcrap #drinklocal #drinkbeer #drinkcraft #drinkup #instabeer #girlsandbeer #craftbeerlife #craftbeer #craftygirls #girlsandbeer #cheers #cheerstobeers #ladysofthecraft #womenandbeer #womensbeerclub #sandiegobeer #sdbeer #beermerchandise #ipa (at Carlsbad, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmzO7jalWTH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15xjxzd1i9gma

[warriorsbutnotreally]

My favorite canon name is Hopwhisker :)) it's adorable and I love names that make no sense

Hop in general is one of my favorite prefixes. I was thinking about Deadfoot today and remembered that he was apparently named for the flower and realized Hopflower would be a really cute name. Not as a replacement name for Deadfoot, just thought it sounded pretty.

I do love it!

now, the thing is, Hop- in the case of Deadfoot's name was because he was born with a twisted paw, not the flower like Hopwhisker was and that is super important to keep in mind

[foxglovesound]

on your ref sheets, what’s it mean when a cat lives at ‘xyz residency’? what are those, if you don’t mind me asking?

residencies yeah :D!! ill go into a little ramble about em here below the cut!

((these are my discord notes that i have written in my very private/personal server where i just. talk to myself about season change so if they seem jumbled that may be why!))

- Clans are fucking HUGE. i'm talking around 60 - 70 cats each. because of this, there are no warriors or apprentices dens. cats live in dens with their families, or on their own so long as they are a graduated warrior. the dens are still located in a camp, but the camps now are significantly larger and composed of multiple family dens. the only exceptions are the nursery, elder's den, medicine cat/seer's den, and leader's den.

- the new leader will move into the designated leader's den, on their own if they please, but most leaders will move their family into the den with them. the seer's den is the permanent residence of the seer and their apprentice (if they have one) and while they're family may not move in, they're still allowed to visit. no families are allowed to move in though to keep maximum availability for patients in case of a sudden surge. the elders' den is a den for elders without family left who do not want to live on their own. though it's not unheard of for elders to occupy their own den, if they have no family to live with, they will typically move into this den. some elders still remain with their families though (for example: honeystream lives in the same den as her daughter beestorm, beestorm's mate waxwhisker, their kit hopflower, and roseface.) the nursery is where pregnant and nursing cats live for six months until their kittens are apprentices and ready to move into a new den, and caretakers live here permanently. though the kits of caretakers don't typically live in the nursery, it is not uncommon for caretakers to move their mate into the nursery with them or raise their kits up to warriorhood in the nursery

- apprentices who do not have a family den to share (be it because their parents are dead/gone, or are caretakers, etc. etc.) are required to move in with another warrior's family, whether it's their mentor or their friend's family -- just as long as that is a trusted cat in the apprentice's life. for example: sootpaw moved in to the honeystream residency since beestorm was her mentor, and only moved into her own independent den upon graduating as a warrior.

- dens are named after the oldest cat in the den, especially if there is a family (and even if a cat is only older by a singular moon, they get the den named after them). for example: the den where hopflower, honeystream, beestorm, waxwhisker, and roseface (lightningface lives in the nursery as a caretaker) live is named "Honeystream's Residency". if there are two oldest cats who are the same age within the den, the den is named as a merge of their warrior names. for example: the den where breamcloud & eveningscale (who is a warrior in this new version) live is named "EveningBream Residency".

- cats may move out or in to family dens whenever they please as long as they are old enough, and they may remain for as long as they wish. hopflower still lives in the honeystream residency (as do bee and wax, who raised hornet there after bee left the nursery). vervainstripe and nightthroat (who moved into the eveningbream residency as an apprentice when he joined riverclan because he had no family) moved out of that den and into their own den when they were old enough post warrior graduating. - minkclaw does live on her own, but only because chubstream and briarflower live in the nursery (chub because he's a caretaker, briar because she and lightning are mates). most cats however do not live on their own, and dens typically contain multiple cats, especially in riverclan who is a very social and tight-knit clan