#mountain deathcamas

[orofeaiel]

Mountain Deathcamas

[solarpunkswy]

Here are some plants native to Wyoming that you can put in gardens or seed bombs!

Sagebrush steppe

Badlands mules-ears

Indian paintbrush

Bitterroot

Porter's sagebrush

Blazing star

Fuzzy tongue penstemon

Rocky Mountain iris

Ute ladies'-tresses

Arrowleaf balsamroot

Showy milkweed

Columbian monkshood

Red windflower

Rock jasmine

Nodding onion

Spreading dogbane

Mountain deathcamas

Androsace septentrionalis

Anthemis cotula

Agoseris glauca

Orange agoseris

Amelanchier utahensis

Leafy Arnica

Please let me know if I got any of these wrong or if you have other flowers native to Wyoming!

[rainysflowers]

OC Fic - Mountain Deathcamas

Day 5 - "Beauty equals goodness."

Summary: Beauty equals goodness. This shrine maiden proves that in spades. Until she doesn't.

Beauty equals goodness, this much was true. It’s all that anyone can think as they stand there, watching tears roll down their red shrine-maiden’s cheeks, shivering in terror as she begs the princess and her bodyguard and their wandering friend and her companion not to kill her.

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 832

Note: Hi I'm hijacking the Slayers Artober 2023 tag for point two seconds to show off my sweet bby Slayers Puruse OCs oh yeah oh yeah. Hope that that's okay, sorry if its not I can untag it, I just saw the prompt and my brain went, "That is SOOOO Anticlea." and i got carried away :P Might use the whole list, I have ideas and writing more about my Pursue group and my Overthrown party would be sooo fun ^^

Ao3 Link/Full Story under the cut :) It would help me out if u checked out the Ao3 link but dw either way ^^

Beauty equals goodness.

It was a statement that each and every member that traveled in Alidor’s party knew perfectly well, because they had the literal embodiment of the saying right there with them.

Anticlea had always been beautiful, no matter where in life she was. 

She had been beautiful from the moment she was born up until the moment that she’d joined the group on their quest to find the prince of the green kingdom a sweetheart to be his co-ruler. Whilst she looked up at the black-haired man with squinted crimson eyes just barely holding back tears and shining in the light of the setting sun, hands clasped together as if she was in one of the prayers that she must have known well, lips moving rapidly as she spilled out all sorts of desires to come along, she stayed beautiful.

She stayed beautiful through all of it, all of the hardships and pitfalls and breakups and get-togethers that the posse had eventually come to surpass. How she did it, no one could tell.

But what they did know, anyone and everyone out there in the world knew, was that the shrine maiden had that special something that made one simply have to stop and stare.

Perhaps it was her long, black hair that poured over her shoulders and down her back in tight coils, cherry colored eyes filled with a zest for life that matched her loose and airy outfit to a tee. Or maybe it was her small eyebrows and her ever-so-slightly rounded face that did the trick, fixing her with an adorably worried expression whenever her lips weren’t folded softly into excitement. The way she shot innocent glances over her shoulder and spoke loudly like no one had ever told her that she had to quiet down. How she seemed amazed by every little thing in the world around her, loving it all with no end.

It all had a way of making her stand out from the rest, even in a party mostly composed of non-men.

Against the knight Psyche, with her two-toned eyes, her messy hair, and brash attitude, Anticlea seemed put together, albeit naive.

Against the priest Uriel, with their fair skin, empty lavender eyes, and floaty smile, Anticlea seemed inviting and vivacious.

And so, beauty really did equal goodness.

Even when it was late at night and the pair of white magic users stayed up far longer than anyone else, sitting on a log in front of the fire, discussing holy topics and new dance routines that they could duet with one another. Behind them, their long shadows cast outwards into the forest, the light from the fire licking at their skin. Uriel mentioned something or other about a magical performance that they’d managed to bear witness to once, and it sent Anticlea into a giggling fit, her long eyelashes fluttering over her cheek. In the back of their mind, the priest cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt, though it’s through no fault of their own. Things happen, they supposed, even to humans that might not traditionally deserve it.

Even when the group’s quest had led them to the heart of the sprawling desert and in front of the door to a dragon woman’s house. She froze the moment that she opened the door, a palpable sense of complete and utter horror rushing through her deep blue eyes as they widened, a long shiver rolling slowly up her spine and down her arms. The kind of thing that she hadn’t felt in years. It hadn’t fully occurred to her what that truly meant, not until the festival that night, where she sat sipping on tea at a table alone, watching the pair of white magic users dancing on stage, rounding one another with wide smiles and blushing from exhaustion. That feeling was back, far worse than before, and finally something in the antique jar collector’s mind clicked into place.

Even when the sun sat high in the sky and the party was stuck in an ambush, staring forwards helplessly at the heroes of years ago surrounding Anticlea, weapons and magical appendages pointing directly at her. She’s biting her lip, face contorted into a silent sob, hands held up in the air as a weak sign of surrender.

Beauty equals goodness, this much was true.

It’s all that anyone can think as they stand there, watching tears roll down their red shrine-maiden’s cheeks, shivering in terror as she begs the princess and her bodyguard and their wandering friend and her companion not to kill her.

Because beauty equals goodness, and she was beautiful, inside and out, and there was no way in Hell or on Earth that she was not good.

Being good was all she had.

It was her life, it always had been.

She couldn’t hold one of the seven pieces of the demon lord inside of her because she was patient and kind and innocent and beautiful and good.

Right?

[amaiguri]

@olive-riggzey as promised, I started working on food art for my world guide update. Let's go over what we have here:

THUILLEAN FOOD -- Thuillean food is primarily stabbed and then torn off with one's teeth using an eating knife. Most Thuilleans carry their own cutlery everywhere -- same way you might take your wallet and cell phone everywhere. The knives typically have a scoop in them as well, but you generally are supposed to drink soup directly from the bowl.

Pine Tea -- Boiled Black Pine needles

Mushroom Coffee -- Imported generally from Saegenheime

Stroganina -- Catch a fish (probably white fish, sometimes other fish), let it freeze in the cold, shave and eat raw

White Fish -- Can also be prepared other ways

Rumateur -- A llama-like creature with ossicones adapted for the cold with its big nose and wool. Thuilleans use all parts of a Rumateur, including but not limited to:

Rumateur Meat

Rumateur Bone

Rumateur Hoof

Rumateur Milk

Rumateur Tongue

Rumateur Blood

Demon Berry -- A poisonous red berry that makes your tongue a little tingly. This does not stop people from eating it anyway

Black Apples -- Frequently made into ciders

Tobacco -- Dried tobacco leaves, flowers, and dried buds are both smoked and eaten. Yes, these are also poisonous but that doesn't stop Thuilleans.

Deathcamas Bulbs -- An onion-like mountainside bulb-plant. The bulb is like a onion, but the leaves are poisonous

Barley Bread -- Its blackish color comes from the fact that all plants in the North are black to absorb the maximum amount of light. It is functionally underground except at Dawn and Dusk, after all.

Spider Crab -- This crab eats rainbow shrimp and is desperately trying to look like a poisonous spider

SAEGEN FOOD -- Much like Thuillean food, Saegen food is also typically stabbed with an eating knife, though theirs is a more trapezoidal shape with a shorter blade. Additionally, they typically make their eating knives of rumateur bones, not metal.

Mushroom Coffee -- There is much more ceremony around how it is made in Saegenheim with more elaborate, slower-cooking cauldrons that run all day to supply Saegen with a constant source of coffee.

Mead -- Made with honey from Butterflies of the Heart, named so for their wings and ability to change color with peoples' emotions (but they are, in fact, bees)

Rabbit

Seal -- Due to their closer connection with Selkies, Sagelords have access to seal milk, cheese, and seal meat. It is difficult to get and is a luxury.

Rumateur -- Saegen Plains Rumateurs are heavier and bigger than the mountain breed the Thuilleans have bred.

Rumateur Jerky -- Rumateur are more used for their milk and wool than meat, so they are not slaughtered as frequently. Thus, when they are, their meat is made into something appropriate for sailing.

Rumateur Cheese

Mushrooms -- Okay, some of these are technically lichen but gonna be honest, I haven't decided which ones. Regardless, the Saegen eat the ground-lichen, tubular blooming-tree mushrooms, and tree-sized mushrooms that grow in and around the Womb of the World. Yes, they are all suspiciously flesh colored, thank you for noticing because the Saegen have not considered that this seems horrific.

Shrimp and Rays -- The primary catchable sea life in the area are shrimp and rays. Both have glass-like skin to blend in against the ice with rainbow-colored, bioluminescent insides. They condense magic Ysse particles inside of them to get that rainbow coloration.

Bamboo Shoots -- Also, notably, black to photosynthesize with that sweet sweet infrared light

Kelp

Auk Eggs -- Saegen folk have domesticated auk (tentatively called "Chauken" lolol)

Saegen Bread -- Typically rolled in a spiral pattern with the light dough made of dried, ground-lichen that acts kinda like flour and actual flower from imported black barley.

Toast -- They are a big fan of taking random ingredients and putting them on toasted bread. You would be too if you lived in the Womb of the World. The one's illustrated are a thinly-sliced raw seal with thinly sliced tree-mushrooms on top AND one with ground-lichen, rumateur cheese, ray fillet, and topped with a salted honey-sauce.

Pie -- The Saegen folk also make a lot of dense pies, ideally with lard and not-butter for that flaky crust. The one pictured is a cheesy tree-mushroom, kelp, and shrimp pie.

And THAT... is just a sample of the Northern foods in Yssaia :DDDD

Please stay turned for the South. It has ACTUAL biodiversity so, uh... there's a LOT more. Please be excited :DDD

Happy WBW! I've come to ask:

Where is food sourced from in your story's world? Are there farms? Do the characters have to harvest it themselves, or is there a grocery store?

As you may or may not be aware... Food and Geopolitics is my Roman Empire -- I am OBSESSED.

As such, instead of answering this question... I'm just going to start working on doing a bunch of food art for my world guide update :DDDD

Please be excited in 3-5 weeks when that's all done... 👀👀👀

[orofeaiel]

Mountain Deathcamas