#lullaby tales

[thejagged1]

fake flower lanis

Random creature design, his name is Lanis (from Lanius collurio, the red backed shrike. One of my favorite birds, incidentally.) That ain't a flower on his head, he's a mimetic predator. Faking to be a flower to lure in food, kinda like a pitcher plant. Tho anatomy wise he's more like bird... Fake flower bird. :U

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[haystarlight]

Once did a prodigy who shone like the sun

look out at his future and sigh.

He smiled and said "surely there is nobody as witty and as talented as I".

So great was his brain, so brilliant his glory that long was the shadow he cast

which fell dark upon the younger twin he loved and grew only darker as days and nights passed.

Soon did that young boy take notice that others did not give his brother his due

and neither had he loved him as he deserved, he watched as his brother's unhappiness grew.

But such is the way of the limelight, it sweetly takes over the mind of its host

and that foolish young boy did nothing to stop the destruction of one who had needed him most.

(...)

Bear up my lullaby, winds of the Earth, through cloud and through sky and through space.

Carry the peace and the coolness of night and carry my sorrow in kind.

Stanley, you're loved so much more than you know, may troubles be far from your mind

and forgive me for being so blind.

[byler-alarmist]

We now have Vickie as a playable character in Puzzle Tales!

She looks so cute!

Unfortunately, her abilities don't seem to give us much more information about her or hints for S5 plot points. Mostly, it's just references to her being in band, which we already know.

The one thing that really interests me is the ability "Lullaby."

Usually, characters change dice of their own color into ability dice, but Vickie specifically changes blue dice into Healing dice, which seems like a choice.

Based on my analysis of other characters, the changing of a different color dice is often an implied connection to some other character of that color.

There aren't that many blue Ultra characters to choose from, and specifically the only S4 and up blue characters that she would interact with (so far) are Steve and Will. Could she possibly have some interaction with either of them in S5? Perhaps helping them sleep or to distract their thoughts from Vecna?

It could be referring to Robin in her Awesome character, but that feels like a reach since Scoops Robin is a throwback to S3 and Vickie hadn't met her yet. And since this is her main activated ability, why not make it change to yellow healing dice if it was supposed to be about her connection to Robin (a yellow Ultra character)?

It's possible the Lullaby name has no connection to S5 plot points and they just needed a music-related healing ability for Vickie. But the changing of blue dice is still very sus.

The non-green strangeness happens again with "Drum Roll," where instead of swapping green dice triggering an action, it's yellow dice. This one feels easier to explain, since Robin is a yellow Ultra character, so that could be some sort of homage to their "making a match."

These last two don't seem especially hint-y to me.

As it stands right now, I don't feel like we learned anything new about Vickie based on the event description or the abilities, but we'll see. It would have been cute to have something Fast Times related or something based on one of her few quotes or interactions with Robin, but they kept it pretty generic.

[knightsweeties]

Barbie Meme 5/4

I couldn’t decide whether or not to post them together or not, so I did both

Separate Posts

Metal Dragon | ML Cheesecake/Plikki | Pucca x Garu | Puchia x Garuche

[kttywhlp]

꒰ ִ ֗ ⌕ 자장가 Lullaby 𓂃 °.  ꒱

Close your eyes, my darling sprite, in the shadows of the night. Whispers from the moon above, sing you songs of gentle love...

Underneath the starlit sky, where dreams and shadows softly lie. Rest your head, where fears depart, In the comfort of the dark. With their soft and tranquil glow, starlight lead you down below.

Moonbeams weave a silver thread, through the dreamscape of your bed. Chasing worries out of sight, guided by the soft moonlight...

Sleep now, in the eerie gloom, where shadows sway and softly loom. In Morpheus' realm that's oh so deep, surrender to slumber's gentle keep.

With sincere affection and tenderness, I bid you sweet dreams and a undisturbed night's rest. Night night! ꪆৎ ˚⋅

[rebelorder-official]

Ehy guys I just dropped the first chapter on AO3 (below is the link, but if you want you can also read it here on Tumblr)

Hope you guys enjoy it!

Prologue

Lullaby

In the beginning, there were trolls, magical beings born from the hearts of special stones and become alive by forces unknown to us, and humans, devoid of any kind of magic.

In time, these supernatural forces that we think of as magical, crept into the hearts of humans and thus wizards were born... But wizards were not well liked by either humans or trolls and only a few of them were accepted in King Arthur's court, two of whom were Merlin and Morgana.

Merlin was very powerful and worked for King Arthur following his every order, but Morgana... No, she was a real rebel. She found trolls to be wonderful creatures, unlike her king, and believed that they had just as much right to live on earth as human beings. Perhaps that is why she sided with Gunmar, a powerful troll born from the heart of a rotten Heartstone from within, certainly not the kindest of trolls or the most tolerant of the sorceress's human nature, which he by habit calls "fleshbag," but still smart enough to recognize great potential in her.

The two had a plan: to create eternal night, so that trolls, vulnerable to sunlight, could live on the surface without fear of being brushed by the sun's rays, but to do this, Morgana needed to create spies who would bring information to both her and Gunmar and who could mix among humans without being conspicuous. And that is what happened: Gunmar ordered the Gumm-Gumms to raid every troll village, capturing the cubs and killing those who opposed his rule. Many baby trolls were captured during those bloody slaughters and many more died as a result of that unrelenting violence. The baby trolls were thrown into cages and kept segregated in the deepest darkness of the caves, away from the light and their families.

The cage cave was large, very large, and cold. The humidity could freeze the stone skin of the little prisoners and scratch their wills better than whatever torture their torturers had in servitude for them. Not seeing the starry sky, being far from their families, and the knowledge that they would never again be able to taste the flavor of freedom often made them beg to be killed there and then, so as not to further prolong the torture that, without the sensor of passing days, seemed endless.

The Gumm-Gumm often enjoyed torturing, beating and abusing them, but no hero in shining armor would come to their rescue....

The "loveless," as they were called by their tormentors, would all die of starvation, hunger and fear after endless and unspeakable tortures, and only death, their friend and salvation, would come to grant them sweet eternal rest.

This went on for years. Every now and then a cub would be taken out of its cage never to return, and it only withered those little hearts that had now lost all hope as far as an escape or a possible return to their villages was concerned.

That was the case for everyone, including the Izit cub, a race of trolls accustomed to living in the thickest forests under the starry sky. A tenacious specie, but too weak to be able to escape the clutches of Gunmar and his army.

The little guy had lost so much weight that his arms were as thin as bone, and the bright spots on his skin that once characterized his coat had faded over time, blending with the dark blue that covered most of his body. His horns, still just small stone lumps on his head, trembled from the frost along with his tusks on that dark, cold night.

He was hungry, but there was no food for him. There was hardly any.

Looking around he could make out fellow prisoners in the cages hanging from the ceiling and those on the ground like his own. All were huddled together, some asleep, some crying, and still others seemed not even to be breathing, perhaps dead for days.

One of the few moments of respite for the Loveless.

The Izit cub tried to warm his paws by blowing warm air on them, but his breath was reduced to a gasp. So, trembling, he clutched his knees to his chest and hid his face against the cold stone skin.

He remained like this for a long time, until a song rang through the air.

The notes were sweet, the voice singing to her melodious.

Little Izit strained his long ears and listened intently; it was not the first time he had heard that voice, yet, each time it caused him a strange sense of curiosity and surprise.

With the witch's song also came light. A faint light of course, but still a light.

Many trolls raised their heads in search of that spark in the dark, others fled into the darkness, aware of what was about to happen: there was only one reason why the light chose to come and visit the captives, and it was nothing good.

Only one among the hundred or so awake cubs remained still: the Izit.

The woman, continuing to chant, moved forward looking ahead. She did not seem particularly interested in the contents of the cages or in assessing how Gunmar's prisoners were doing, rather she seemed serene. She kept murmuring the notes of a song in a language the little trolls had a hard time chewing: human.

The witch advanced until she passed the cage of little Izit, who meanwhile dared not look up or move even a muscle. He would have liked to see the light, but to what end? It would only remind him how much he missed the freedom and the starry sky that he had so loved to look at when things were not yet so hopeless.

The footsteps suddenly ceased and with them the divine singing.

There was a clang of metal and the cage door opened.

Not even at that moment did little Izit look up. It was only when a hand was extended toward him and the smell of living flesh permeated his nostrils that he let his four bright eyes wander until they met Morgana's green ones.

She was beautiful. The red hair, the thin lips, the gentle smile... she was so bright.

"Hey little one..." She whispered, cautiously. She tried to caress his face, but Izit's pet retracted his head slightly, startled by Jade's hand.

"I will not hurt you..." The woman continued in a melodious voice.

How could a voice sound so sweet?

"How long have you been here?"

The puppy did not answer, but his eyes spoke for him: He did not remember; he had forgotten what it was like to be brought to that place and thrown into a cage, he had forgotten what his name was and what his parents looked like.

His mind was a blank slate, perfect for what the witch was looking for.

Morgana's gaze softened incredibly, giving way on her face to an even warmer smile.

"Come here..."

The woman's arms picked up the troll's slender little body and lifted him effortlessly. He offered no resistance; after all, if his fate was really to disappear as the other "Loveless" before him had done, he might as well go along with it. Even if he had wanted to, he would not have had the strength to fight anyway.

As the witch stepped away from the cages, walking between two massive trolls with a creepy iron mask on their faces, she stroked Izit's head, running a hand through the blue hair and feeling the still-developing horns.

"Now that you have me, you will no longer be alone." She whispered into his animalistic ears. The troll cub snuggled up to her and let her song lull him as his eyelids grew heavier. Although he was afraid, Morgana's presence helped calm him and for a moment he wondered if indeed that witch would be able to make him feel loved again.

And so it was: Morgana gave that puppy all the love that only a mother can give.

She fed him, gave him a name, a warm bed, educated and trained him...

And then... She slaughtered him.

She broke his bones, changed his nature and made him unrecognizable in the eyes of the other Izit.

She transformed him into something that nature would never have combined: an impure troll, capable of walking among men in the sunlight.

She transformed him.

She turned him into a changeling.

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1342

first posted in facebook september 4, 2024

maria anto -- "lullaby" (1968)

"when i ran off and left her she wasn't holding a baby" … vic chesnutt

"the fact that i am a woman increases my possibilities when it comes to expression, but also involves more demands on my time and energy. i could not give up my home for painting. if i had no choice, i would stop painting" … mario anto

"sleep, baby, sleep the day's on the run the wind in the trees is talking in tongues i don't wonder why if the night is long here's my lullaby here's my lullaby" … leonard cohen

"maria loves magic, but she does not accept the lure of banal beauty. her landscape paintings bring to mind girlish dreams that appear after hearing beautiful and good fairy tales. the juicy and colourful flowers and trees make us think of rousseau's exotic plants or they seem to be speaking a magical language of the medieval flora" … michał jachuła

"the fact that i'm a man creates less demands on my time … if i had a choice, i would keep posting masterpieces" … al janik

[brotherslayer]

There are versions of the myth where Lleu Llaw almost dies but is brought back by his uncle, do you think if he did die his brother would stow his body away at the bottom of the sea? Like "Well I don't trust anyone up on land, clearly this is the safest place for him to be♡♡♡"

he'd move heaven and hell to bring his dearest brother back into the land of the living!

[samirafee]

#HÄNSEL UND GRETEL by GRIMM‘S TALES - THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE

@samirafee

[the-epitome-of-routine]

three islands

I found an old map with lipstick prints

hidden cursive messages

faded words, like songs of bedtime tales.

But the pictures designated to

each island the map artist drew

were clear as though the map were drawn to scale.

On the wall where it was tacked

there was a note against its back;

I thereupon decoded its decree:

The map was of myself before,

a child who had seen the lore

of love the future had laid out for me.

A dotted line across the sand

connecting three desert islands-

The first destination, I was loved in desperation,

the second, I was loved in remorse;

the third, I was loved by a retired cowboy, still grieving the death of his horse.

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[missallanea-archive]

"Good to see Atlas recruits just keep getting younger and younger."

Of course, she had hardly been much older than the latest additions to the Ace-Ops when she had joined the military, all those years ago. Still, she had to think she'd at least seemed a bit more worldly than the children Ironwood was pulling out these days. The woman wears no uniform now, no markings denoting who or what she allies herself to as she observes the pseudo-military police at work in Mantle. "You lost one, by the way."

@scareqrowbranwen for MARROW AMIN || sc

[corvianbard]

#5419

Ancient whale, Sing your last lullaby At the end of your tale In order to vivify The abysmal kingdom With nothing but darkness And boredom, Breaking stillness.

[n0isemaker]

Started trying to figure out a safe way to start being open again. Used to love sitting with people and playing them music and talking about the stories behind it. So this is a way we can do it safely.

[podcastwizard]

"knight posting" this and "guard posting" that. i'm the princess's trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like "if you don't mind me speaking out of turn, my lady..." and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester.

[starsallalight]

Open to mutuals

Bowing her head and folding their hands in their lap as she knelt at her beloved Nolven's grave, the ancient former queen gave a heavy sigh. It never seemed to matter how many years passed. The pain of his loss, the loss of their children and descendants, never eased. And in times of trouble, like now, Feraine wished more and more that he was still at their side.

"Things are stirring again. I can feel it in every ripple of the river. I see it every night when I look to the sky. I feel it in my veins. The time to face Miraz is coming."