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Endless Moving Nights He/They 3rd Gen Endless Moving Nights is usually referred to as "Nights" or more commonly "Endless" as for short. He majors in Biological mechanics and his facility status is currently collapsed after Hidden Niche of Pearls sent a large squad of scavengers and used highly reactive explosives. Before the collapse, Endless had severe insomnia and tended to stay up late into the cycle to work on finding the solution to The Great Problem. He (somewhat) found the solution to, but it was far too dangerous without testing. He had contacted his friend, Witch of Twin Stars to test it out for him- as it was technically a way to save her from the immense rot in her superstructure. She was dying, and what Endless was offering was a body switch into a slugcat subspecies. The subspecies being the only bipedal smart enough in Endless' facility that could be rewired to comprehend the ability to bodyswitch- Bottomfeeders. He sent one of his Bottomfeeders to Witch's can- in which Witch enacted on the instructions Endless had given to her. It was a success, however due to the 'solution' being far too close to being against the self-destruct taboo itself- they both kept it a secret. One of Endless' personal logs stored in a data pearl was 'accidentally' delivered to Hidden Niche of pearls- the iterator being extremely lawful. After the collapse, Endless' half-dead puppet was brought to Pines' can where he was hooked up to an emergency port for an umbilical.

Clock of the North She/Her 3rd Gen Clock of the North- formally known as Clock that Forever Points to the Northern Sky or a simpler short name just being Clock. She used to frequently learn more and more about botany and alchemy- however one time, her potion created The Rot in her superstructure. It spread, and she eventually soon collapsed. The rot had gotten partially cleaned up by a squad of slugcats sent by Green Pines, however, when Clock was kidnapped it simply invited itself back in. A large prehistoric slugcat named Memory had taken Clock to an iterator's facility from another local group, which has since been resolved. She was taken to Pines' can for a short amount of time before deciding to leave to beeline from there, to Chime's can, to her own can to finally get back to. She's close friends with Emerald Leaves of the Pines and Endless Moving Nights.

One Last Chime He/They 2nd Gen One Last Chime, commonly known as Chime or Chimes. One Last Chime is best friends with Endless Moving Nights, WAS friends with Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, and is either neutral to everybody else or hates everybody else. Ever since Clock of the North was created, it was rather obvious Chime had a big fat crush on her. He talked to her almost every cycle trying to engage her in conversation, frequently showing that he cared about her and just liked talking to her in general. That was until he accused Pines of simply wanting to use clock and claiming he was untrustworthy- and also accidentally slipped out that he loved her. Clock cut off all communication with him for many cycles. They only started talking again- just as friends- when Clock was transported to Pines' can. Chime still has often arguments with Pines, however, he is beginning to become good friends nowadays. Chime is now beginning to realize he has a crush on Endless now which is gonna end fine and dandy! (it's not)

Hidden Niche of Pearls She/They 2nd Gen Hidden Niche of Pearls- normally known as Pearls or more commonly as Niche. Niche is an extremely lawful neutral iterator with a high sense of regal and betterness. She understands her place in situations, however enjoys being formal- especially with other iterators. Niche likes to indulge in cultural study from the ancients to her own scavenger colony. Her colony of scavengers respect her and see her as their caretaker and leader, however, there's one particular scavenger- Cookie- she has a direct bond with. Cookie is a young scavenger working to become an elite with her siblings Sylvester and Natalie, and she occasionally pays Niche a visit. They'll talk a lot and Niche lets her guard down whenever with the little scavenger. She feels like a mother figure to Cookie, and Cookie feels like a child figure to Niche. Pearls is slightly antisocial as she would rather spend her time studying or talking to Cookie- and she also has mild paranoia due to a certain fallacy from another iterator which had lead to her breaking her morals.

Emerald Leaves of the Pines He/Him 2nd Gen Emerald Leaves of the Pines- almost always referred to as Pines. Pines is an authoritive yet layed back iterator with a set of his own code and morals. He frequently got into heavy arguments with the iterator Howling Winds over Bronze Seas- one day Winds sent him a file that was supposed to help him find the solution. Pines was grateful but suspicious of the hospitality- and rightfully so. The file contracted rot that quickly spread through Pines' superstructure. He was silent for a long time, however in that time had been readying a slugcat colony. The slugcats had cleared out almost all of his rot, and 40-50 of them had been sent to take out Winds for what he had done. Only one of them came back alive, however the mission was successful. After word was out that Pines had murdered Winds, most iterators banned him from chats and/or simply resented him. However Clock of the North believed his intentions were good. She didn't have a good relationship with Winds either, as he tended to be rather hostile. Later on in time, Pines began to rebuild his reputation back up and became friends with most iterators in his local group. He cares dearly for his colony of slugcats and hopes for them to continue advancing without the constant threat of rain above the clouds on his superstructure.

Witch of Twin Stars He/Her 2nd Gen Witch of Twin Stars- the slugcat now encompanying her puppet is referred to as Kasume, however the iterator who body switched with the slugcat is simply reffered to as The Witch or just Witch. After being body switched, Witch set off to head to the Void Sea where she would then attempt to ascend and see if the solution was truly plausible. Along the way, she met a fluffy yellow slugcat named Sunny- and the pup they took care of, Junior. While travelling, Witch had not told Sunny about her intentions, nor was she sure if the slugcat friend could comprehend it. She began growing a close bond with Sunny, and when it came time to dip into the void sea, she came back up. She couldn't do it. She couldn't leave what she had behind. She headed to Endless' can without telling Sunny or Junior where she was going only to find he had since collapsed. Witch found a pup of her own that she treats as her son- Smoky. They have since been living in Pines' colony.

Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy She/It 1st Gen Karmic Obnoxious Inaccuracy, almost always referred to as Koi. She isn't technically a part of Windtooth Plane as she's a bit farther away with no local group of her own, though was originally created to be a part of it. She has no communications with the local group, however she does have communications (occasionally) with her brother Endless. Her facility is submerged underwater, so her arrays and different parts of the superstructure constantly get flooded- making communications somewhat unreliable a lot of the time. She's a bit of an aggressively caring iterator with a strong protectiveness over her brother. She doesn't talk to many other people, however, she has had a word or two with One Last Chime.

Howling Winds over Bronze Seas He/Him 2nd Gen Howling Winds over Bronze Seas, sometimes referred to as just Winds. Winds is a highly 'lawful' iterator who frequently antagonizes most others. Despite having administrator privileges before he was murdered, he worked in illegal arsenal manufacturing- weaponry, essentially. Most iterators were neutral toward him, however he had a personal vendetta against Emerald Leaves of the Pines. The only two people he conversed with as friends were Endless Moving Nights and One Last Chime, however Chime moreso tolerated him than not.

(FYI, the second and third image are NOT alternate outfits. The second one is what's underneath the cloak.)

Angel of Dominance She/Her 3rd Gen An iterator who was kidnapped by an iterator of her own local group. She had many experiments done on her and eventually was found dead by Pines' slugcats. She was brought to the facility and temporarily revived but due to a large surgical cut from her hips to her chest, she was in constant pain. The temporary revival was taken away as they did not have the resources to keep her puppet maintained. Eventually, her puppet was rehooked up to the structure when Endless effectively left. She hopes to one day go back to her can in Loveless Meije, however with it being left unattended for some time there's a chance it'll collapse soon.

OTHER ITERATORS

Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds He/Him 2nd Gen An iterator in Windtooth Plane who's extremely antisocial. They haven't said a word to the local group other than Niche. He was created for the purpose of making explosives.

Two Rocks Eroding He/Him 2nd Gen Another iterator who's not necessarily in Windtooth plane, but is in the area. They haven't spoken to anybody.

Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains She/They 2nd Gen An iterator who was previously conceived as dead from a power surge. Their facility was built on top of a snowy mountain that has heavy snowfalls. They have spoken to the local group a few times here or there but has mostly talked to Emerald Leaves of the Pines. Their 'death' was soon discovered as faked. She has broken many taboos- almost all of them, to be exact.

Misguided Information Any/All 3rd Gen INFORMATION CLASSIFIED

{ Clock of the North and One Last Chime both belong to @chaoticgoober . Emerald Leaves of the Pines, Howling Winds over Bronze Seas and Pristine Snow, Twisted Mountains all belong to chickenboi on discord. Two Rocks Eroding belongs to King STAZE on all platforms (mostly). Eight Islands Under Storm Clouds belongs to my brother, SomethingUnusual (on all platforms). Everyone else belongs to me. }

[nixii-sabre]

We are SO BACK chat. At it with yuri antics

[rillils]

i hate my angst loving self so much sometimes

think about a confused and not-entirely-there bucky screaming at steve, asking him why he left him there on the snow, asking why he didnt come back for him, telling him how long he waited for him to come and save him

FINE HONEY, YOU WANTED ANGST, I'LL GIVE YOU ANGST. AND I'LL CRY ABOUT IT 😭

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, tw: suicidal thoughts, very mild gore, nightmares, post-catws, angst is definitely not my thing what am i even doing here asjdhsjdh wordcount: 3815 a side note: while the language here is used in accordance with steve's profound sense of guilt, it doesn't reflect the author's personal beliefs on the matter - aka IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SKDLKS MY POOR BABY 😭😭

It always starts off quiet, like the darkened hall of a theater in the split second between the curtain opening over the stage and the actor’s first line. Silence, please. The show is about to begin.

The scenery changes sometimes, but it’s the mountains Steve sees most often in his dreams: the soulless gray of stone, and the blinding white of snow coating everything, from the peaks, to the valley, to the copse of fir trees, huddled together like children in the cold. Just like he remembers from that day in the Alps. No one knows how to torture him better than his own mind.

The wind rises sharp and icy, lifting sleets of frost with it, and a chill rolls down Steve’s spine. It’s not the cold, though.

It’s fear, congealing like a dead weight in the pit of his stomach. The show is about to begin. And he’s watched it all to the end countless times before.

“Steve?”

His head whips around, and Bucky’s right there, like he always is. A fixed point, unchanged, unmovable, his boots sinking soundlessly in the thick layer of snow beneath them.

He looks so beautiful, so oddly alive against the backdrop of his desolate place; a man at the peak of his youth, the pink of his cheeks nearly glowing next to the deep blue of his uniform, his hair combed to a movie-star shine, parted neatly to the side. It’s cruel, how perfect he is. Preserved like a cherished heirloom in Steve’s mind, never fading, never aging; a living picture, soft and rosy-cheeked. He belongs in a dance hall, in a crowded street, in the cheerful chaos of the fourth of July, in the color and noise of fireworks, in the tangle of ooh’s and aah’s under the firelit sky. He doesn’t belong here. But he’ll never leave this place.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s head tilts to the side, confused. “You left a long time ago.”

“Bucky,” Steve tries to say, but the name dies on his lips.

The light in Bucky’s eyes dulls to a flicker, carrying a heavy gloom over his features. He looks so sad, all of a sudden. He never looked sad when Steve was around, Steve remembers that – and Steve never learned how to make it better.

He can never make this better.

“Steve.�� All the color’s draining from his cheeks, quickly, leaving only the paleness of death behind. His eyes – they pierce right through Steve, empty and cold, so cold, and Steve shudders from head to toe.

“I waited for you for so long,” Bucky’s blue lips say, with a mournful lilt Steve used to hear in his mother’s voice when she would sing to him, all those heart-twisting songs about a home she’d never see again. “Where were you?”

Something dark spreads from within across the pristine blue of Bucky’s coat, dripping slowly from his shoulder, black like ink–

blood

– smothering the rich color underneath, reaching down, down–

he fell

– down along Bucky’s arm, until it’s streaking the back of his hand–

blood, it’s blood, he fell, he’s going to fall

– pooling ruby-dark at Bucky’s fingertips.

Soon the drops will spill all over the fresh snow, staining it red, too.

“You left me here.”

Steve can’t breathe.

“Why did you leave me here, Steve?”

Steve can’t breathe.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps, and the next breath stings in his lungs, ice-cold and merciless, “I’m so sorry, Bucky, so sorry. It’s all my fault, all my fault,” he chants, hands clawing at his own chest. But what will it help? He can’t undo this. He can never undo this. “I should have held onto you,” he sobs brokenly, and it’s strange, how he can never tell when he starts crying in his dreams, but he always feels the tears streaming down his face, real as his grief is real, clogging up his throat. “I never should have let you fall.”

Bucky steps forward, dark blood trailing behind him on the ground. Steve’s heart jolts like a spooked horse, pounding loud and fast with adrenaline.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

He sounds so gentle. So devastatingly sad.

“Did I mean so little to you?”

Steve shakes his head, No, no, no, everything, you meant everything, always, I swear, tears flicking off the edge of his jaw to be lost in the snow-packed wind. “I t-thought you were dead,” he sobs, like he’s still curled up into the blown-up flank of that train, like he’s still got his face pressed to the ice-burn of its metal and praying for everything to end, now, before reality can reshape itself around him and tell him that Bucky is gone forever.

Something mean slithers behind Bucky’s eyes. “And you would have left my body to the wolves?” he says, his voice dangerously sharp over the moaning wind. “You didn’t think I deserved a proper burial?”

It’s snowing on the outside, but it’s inside that Steve feels ice gripping at his guts.

“You could have sent me home to my folks.”

It burns.

“To my sisters.”

It burns so bad, the shame crackling under his skin.

“At least then my family would have had a body to cry over. But it never even occurred to you, did it.”

Steve’s tongue feels glued to the roof of his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he pushes out uselessly, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve–”

“Or did you think that I was like you?” Bucky presses on, a cruel sneer forming on his white face. “Is that it? You fooled yourself so nice, you really thought I was like you? Like poor little Stevie? With no one left in the world who would miss me? No one who would even care if I was dead or alive?” He pauses, lips curling as though a new and amusing thought only just occurred to him. “Oh. Stevie, no. Did you think you were my whole world? Are you really that pathetic?”

“No,” Steve rasps, swallowing back tears and still drowning, drowning in them, “I never thought, I never– Please, Buck, I’m so sorry–”

Bucky’s silhouette blinks in and out of sight, and when he comes back, one moment later, he’s standing right before Steve, so close he need only reach out to touch him. His sneer is gone, but the depth of hurt in his eyes slices at Steve’s heart just as sharply.

“They took me, Stevie. You left me behind and they took me. Look,” he says, showing Steve the torn flesh where his left arm used to be – it was here just a moment ago, it was, Steve could swear it, it was right here – the bloody pulp of it, a frayed shard of white bone jutting out through the ripped muscle, sickening. His mouth, when Steve can finally look back, is curled back to show his teeth, the smile almost kind if it didn’t feel like a knife tearing at Steve’s own flesh. “This is all your doing. Isn’t it pretty?” Bucky tells him sweetly. “Tell me it’s pretty, Steve. Tell me it’s pretty.”

Without warning, Bucky’s hand darts up to clamp around Steve’s chin, gripping his face viciously. His touch is like ice, searing painfully into Steve’s skin, and Steve staggers in place, helpless but to look right into Bucky’s wide, desperate eyes.

“I was so scared,” Bucky whispers, hot tears spilling over his deathly pale cheeks. “I was locked in that place for so long, I couldn’t tell day from night anymore. It was so cold, and I was so alone, so alone without you, Stevie.”

His fingernails claw into Steve’s skin until they’re drawing blood, and Steve can only sob, can only take it, can only hope this will sate the hollowness he sees in Bucky’s eyes, if only for an instant. But it won’t, he knows it won’t. It never does.

If he could kneel at Bucky’s feet and beg for his forgiveness, keep him warm with the heat of his own tears, wash the blood away–

“I thought I was going to die. Every time they dragged me back to that table, I would tell myself, this is it. This is how it’s going to end,” Bucky tells him gently, nodding his head. “Sometimes, I even thought I should end it myself, before they could. But do you know what the worst part was? I didn’t die. No matter how bad I wanted it, none of the stuff they put me through ever did it. Hope kept me alive,” he snarls, soft through his bloodied smile. “That was my curse. I believed in you. I thought you would find me, save me. I told them you would come for me, and they laughed in my face, Stevie! They knew better.”

The sound that spills from Bucky’s mouth is the twisted, poisoned imitation of a laugh, emptied of all feeling, sharp like fingernails scraped across a blackboard.

“Don’t say that,” Steve whimpers, shaking his head, “please, don’t say that, no.” And he’d cover his ears if he could, lock that ugly truth out of his mind forever, but no muscle in his body will move until Bucky’s done with him.

“Do you know what happened then, Steve? You do know, don’t you?” Bucky asks, thrusting his face into Steve’s until only mere inches separate the tips of their noses – his eyes staring into Steve’s, a creeping echo of insanity gleaming from their depths. “They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.”

Hell. This is Hell.

“Because of you.”

This is what true torment looks like. No fire and brimstone, no howling souls of the damned, no blazing hail raining down upon him.

“It was always because of you.”

Just him and Bucky’s ghost, and a winter that never thaws.

“Bucky...”

The snowstorm rises against him with violence, angry, roaring in Steve’s ears, spreading frost over his chest, his arms, his bare face, freezing the tears caught in his eyelashes. Quiet, it demands. Don’t you speak to me. You have no right to speak to me.

But the yawning hole in Steve’s chest won’t stop screaming at him, starved for forgiveness, for a respite, for a mercy he never earned.

“Please, Buck... please...”

Bucky’s hand guides him down, pushing him to his knees. He crouches over Steve, gaze locked with his, heedless of the blood dripping dark and thick between his fingers; leaning in like he’s about to share a secret.

“I held out until I just couldn’t anymore. I tried to be strong, for you,” Bucky says in a harsh whisper. “But you never came.” His face, twisted by grief, wet with new tears. Steve cups it in his palms, but it’s no use: he can’t soothe this hurt. It’s too late now.

“Bucky, Bucky, sweetheart, forgive me– please, forgive me...”

Bucky’s grip on him relents; his fingers smear red over Steve’s cheek, four bloody streaks, and he strokes his knuckles over them, unbearably gentle.

“I waited for you for so long,” he says, mournful. His face is as cold as ice between Steve’s hands, stinging, burning. “Why didn’t you look for me?”

It hurts, it hurts so bad, so deep inside Steve’s heart.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

The wind surges up around them, rattling Steve’s bones from within. The snow’s soaking into his pants, swallowing up his knees, colder, colder, the blizzard’s smothering him, blinding him, only Bucky’s eyes bright in his vision, crying, accusing, screaming, screaming, screaming–

“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOOK FOR ME?”

-

Steve jerked awake in the darkness, gasping for breath, a handful of sheets clutched dangerously tight in his fist. He barely even registered the soft, alarmed noise coming from the other side of the bed.

“Steve? It’s all right, you’re safe now.”

His eyes scoured the dark bedroom frantically, fighting through the chilling veil of ice still creeping at the edge of his vision. His heart hammered loud like thunder in his ears, pulsing so wildly in his throat, he thought for a moment that it would burst out of his body.

“Steve.”

Where was he?

The mountains–

“It was just a dream. You’re safe now, I promise. You’re home.”

His gaze focused on the only source of light: the faint glow filtering in through the blinds, the familiar orange hue of the street lights in their neighborhood, casting a striped pattern on the floor. A rug, there was a rug there – and a pair of slippers flicked just a bit too far from the bed.

“Come back to me, baby.”

The crumpled lumps of two discarded socks, that never made it to the hamper – oh, Bucky hated it when he did that.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?”

A flicker of white–

– snow–

– Alpine, uncurling from her favorite spot and slipping soundlessly out of the room.

“Can you look at me? Steve.”

He turned his head towards the sound, staring wide-eyed into the shadows until finally, the outline of Bucky’s body emerged, sitting only an arm’s length away from him.

“That’s it, that’s good, Stevie.”

There was kindness in his voice, but his brow was creased with worry. His torso was half-twisted towards Steve, his body poised as though ready to reach out for him, but Bucky hadn’t touched him yet. Good, that was good. No. It hurt. That hurt.

Steve swallowed.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart. Can you do that? For me? Slow and easy, c’mon, with me.”

It was only then that Steve became aware of his own heavy breaths, the harsh sound of which filled up the room, gasp after gasp. He let go of the sheets and lay his hand on his own chest, where he could feel his pounding heartbeat, and tried to match Bucky’s calm, measured breathing as best as he could. He thought he was going to throw up.

“That’s it, just like that,” Bucky encouraged him.

Bucky–

Something flashed before Steve’s eyes; a fragment of a pale white face, with sneering lips and blood-stained teeth, taunting him with its cruel laughter.

You left me behind and they took me.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream, it wasn’t real.”

Bucky shifted minutely on the bed, and a fleck of light caught the metal plates of his arm, a silver gleam darting quickly in the night.

Steve’s chin trembled. His throat closed up.

They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.

The tears came back before he could stop them, gathering hotly behind his eyes, pressing urgently to spill over.

“Bucky,” he choked out, and in the next moment he was crawling into Bucky’s open arms, curling his shaking body into Bucky’s sturdy frame. Bucky cradled him close, rubbing a soothing hand between Steve’s shoulder blades as Steve sobbed freely, pouring all of his anguish in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“W-when you fell,” Steve stammered pitifully, clutching at the back of Bucky’s t-shirt with the desperation of a drowning man, “I should have come looking for you, I should’ve been there, should’ve– should’ve brought you back, I–”

“No, no, Steve,” Bucky rumbled, rocking him gently in his arms, “don’t do this to yourself. Please, baby, I’m begging you.”

Steve shook his head no, hiding himself deeper into the nook offered by Bucky’s neck, just beneath the hinge of his jaw. His chest felt too tight, too full – like a balloon filled with water and straining to contain it, the paper-thin skin tense to the point of bursting.

“I should have come for you, they – they never would have taken you, I wouldn’t have let them,” he stumbled on helplessly, “I would have died first! God, I would’ve... I would have died first, I swear, Buck, I swear...”

Bucky stroked his hand over Steve’s hair, kissing the spot above the shell of his ear, dark with cold sweat. Steve felt the dampness of it across his whole body, under the clinging cotton of his pyjamas, the unpleasant moisture cooling on his skin and leaving him to shudder in Bucky’s embrace.

“Look at me,” Bucky called softly. It was a simple request, laced with just the same gentleness Bucky would use sometimes to coax Alpine into his arms, but still Steve felt panic pool in his stomach.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to look Bucky in the eye, not like this. Not when the truth – Because of you. It was always because of you. – was out at last.

What a scam he was. A whole lifetime spent preaching bravery, and the one time it truly mattered, he couldn’t even be brave enough to face the consequences of his own mistakes.

Please, don’t hate me, he sobbed silently against Bucky’s neck. You should. You have every right to. But please... please...

“Sweetheart, please, look at me.”

It took more strength than Steve had ever even known he possessed, but slowly, hesitantly, he let himself be pulled out of his hiding spot, and lifted his gaze to meet Bucky’s, if only for a fleeting moment.

Bucky’s flesh hand reached up to cup his jaw, working his thumb tenderly over Steve’s skin to wipe his tears away – a sweet, but fruitless endeavor, as more salty tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks, relentless.

“The truth is, neither of us could have known I would survive that fall,” Bucky said.

Steve shook his head, his eyes screwed shut against the flood of fresh tears. “I should’ve tried anyway, I should have come to you. I should have been there with you.”

Bucky grasped him by the arms, barely squeezing at all. The force wasn’t in his touch; it was in his voice, quiet to match the nighttime gloom, but firm nonetheless.

“What if they had taken you, too? What if they’d made you like me, what then?” he said, an edge of desperation coloring his voice, as if he couldn’t bear the very thought. “Do you think you could have lived with yourself, if you’d woken up one day to find that you had the blood of innocents on your hands?”

Steve’s head snapped up then, heat flashing fiercely in his chest. “What would I have cared, when you were there with me!” he cried out, panting heavily in the wake of that outburst.

Perhaps he couldn’t call this bravery; but when Steve could breathe again, their eyes finally met again.

If he’d feared he would see hate, or disdain, or resentment looking back at him, he didn’t find any of those. What he did find instead, staring at him from Bucky’s ever-familiar face, was the stubborn mark of love, shimmering brightly in Bucky’s eyes.

“Of course you would have cared,” Bucky whispered fiercely, cradling Steve’s face in both of his hands. “It would have killed you, and it would have killed me too. I could have never, ever forgiven myself, if they’d gotten their filthy hands on you because of me.”

His voice wavered, heavy with the weight of unshed tears. Steve could see the glossy sheen of them, threatening to spill over Bucky’s cheeks any second now, and felt his own heart split in two at the sight.

“Bucky,” he rasped, wetly, clasping Bucky’s wrists with his own hands to hold onto them, turning his face into those beloved palms to kiss them helplessly, one and then the other. Bucky never stopped holding him.

“Listen to me,” he said urgently, “listen to me now. We can’t change the past. We can’t, Steve.” A new sob ripped itself painfully from Steve’s throat, one he couldn’t have helped if he wanted to. “We can’t. It’s done, it’s there, we can’t take it back. And God, do I wish we could, believe me. But I want you to hear me when I say this: I am so grateful for what we have now. In the present. Our present.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath that rippled through his whole frame, as he openly struggled to keep his words clear and his voice steady. He was always the braver one, Steve thought, thrusting one of his hands out to grab a fistful of Bucky’s t-shirt, right over his breastbone.

“Steve. God, could you have ever dreamed that we could have this? I never even dared to hope for something like it, not even on my best days.”

He paused. Steve clung to him, his chest tight with emotion.

“The way we got here... Would I have chosen that? If I’d been given a choice, would I have wanted it to happen like that? No, of course not,” Bucky continued. “But if you asked me now, would I do it all over again, just for a chance to be here with you? I would say yes.” Steve whimpered, shaking his head, tears rolling down his face; but Bucky held him firmly, looking him right in the eye and nodding just as stubbornly, a watery smile on his lips. “Yes, Steve. Yes. A million times yes.”

He broke at last, and Steve lost what little control he had of himself. He tugged Bucky forward by his shirt and threw his arms around him, crushing their bodies together as if his life depended on it. Bucky returned the embrace with that same urgency, holding him tight as Steve muffled his sobs against Bucky’s shoulder, and buried his face in Steve’s hair in return.

The pinprick-like sensation of Bucky’s tears wetting his skin, as Bucky trembled quietly against him, felt like a bruise to Steve’s naked heart.

“Forgive me,” he begged, and he couldn’t have said what it was that he was seeking forgiveness for: if the pain he had caused Bucky now, or the one he couldn’t prevent so long ago.

“There is nothing to forgive,” Bucky murmured in his ear, his voice thick. “But I’ll say it, if you need to hear it.”

“Please,” Steve whimpered.

Bucky hugged him impossibly closer. “I forgive you. Always, sweetheart.”

The tightness within Steve’s chest unraveled, and in that moment, he breathed anew. Relief washed over him – and he cried, and cried, like a person cries when they’re gifted with kindness for the first time in a very, very long time, he cried until he thought he’d exhausted all his tears.

Bucky laid them both back against his pillow, chest to chest, shushing Steve’s hiccupping breaths with whispers of sweet nothings, never once letting him go.

“All that’s left to do now,” he said softly then, pressing a kiss to Steve’s brow, “is for you to forgive yourself.”

Steve burrowed deeper into his warmth, spent.

It would take a long time for that, and a tough, strenuous walk on the tortuous path towards that healing place. In the meantime, though, he could wrap himself into the safety of Bucky’s arms, and slip into a dreamless sleep for once.

[after-witch]

The Weather Outside is Frightful [NeedleAndDead OC Lucas x Reader]

Title: The Weather Outside is Frightful [NeedleAndDead OC Lucas x Reader]

Synopsis: It’s a lovely Christmas evening with your serial killer kidnapper, who’s gotten you a Christmas present. 

Featuring @needleanddead​ OC Lucas.

Word count: 1392

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of cannibalism & butchering

It was like living in a storybook, up here in the mountains. Outside the clear glass window of the cabin, the world was dark and glitteringly white. The ground had been long since coated in inches of pristine snow, and the unspoiled forest near your cabin added to the picturesque beauty of it.

Tonight, snow fell in big, fluffy flakes from the sky. It was a soft snowfall. The kind that made you want to press your head against the glass and dream. An animal, small and fast, darted into the snow and paused, sniffing the air. The nearly full moon lit up the scene just enough to make it visible.

It was a picture-perfect Christmas evening.

Like a fairytale.

Only you were not some lonely princess, trapped in a tower. Or a smart plucky peasant girl with the wits to save her cursed siblings.

You were an ordinary person without the wits to escape or the royal title to demand rescuing.

Only the man sitting beside you was not the handsome prince in disguise or the trustworthy, stalwart woodcutter with a heart of gold.

He was a serial killer with a penchant for butchering people like they were cattle, processing their meat, and eating it for supper.

Only the cabin was not your home, but your prison. One that you weren’t allowed to leave without strict permission, which was not often given, and only with stipulations.

Only the dinner in your overfull belly wasn’t a Dickensian Christmas roast, but the seasoned, cooked flesh of some stranger. Well. You hoped it was a stranger. Once, just once, you’d asked Lucas flat out what he did with your friends. The ones he killed before he took some twisted form of pity on you and brought you home.

His eyes had turned a little remote, his expression just a little distant, and he smiled softly at you. “Why would you ask a silly thing like that, darlin’?”

You never asked again. That didn’t stop you from examining your dinners now and then, looking for signs. Scar tissue from a surgery. A tattoo. You didn’t know what you would do if you ever recognized anything, but it was something to hold onto. Desperately, stupidly.

“I hope you like it.”

You flinched, reacting instinctively to being jerked out of your thoughts. You blinked and blinked, and remembered what you were doing before you got lost in the beautiful snow and bittersweet sentiments.

Lucas had gingerly set a wrapped gift on the coffee table in front of you before resuming his place at your side. From the sound of it, it was something heavy. It was wrapped in old newspapers, and topped with a wilted bow. The bow had probably been used before, you guessed. So many things in the cabin had.

Your set your mouth as firmly as you could. You often did, when Lucas surprised you with things. Because sometimes they upset you and he (and yourself, quite often) didn’t know why. If you were upset, it was a gamble. Would he coo and wipe away your tears with a callused thumb? Or would he get irritated that you were being ungrateful, not playing the part?

It was best to be prepared, in case some gift would trigger a memory or emotion that would be unpalatable to his expectations.

So your mouth was set and your hands went slow as you carefully peeled off the newspaper, revealing a nondescript box underneath.

You glanced over at Lucas.

Normally, when he gifted you things for behaving well, he had a little smile on his face. A “you’re going to love this” sort of smile. But here, he simply watched, eyes darting around a little. He looked nervous. You felt your heart thump. Why did he look nervous?

You had to get on with it, whatever the answer. Carefully, your fingers caught the edge of the box and you lifted it.

The gasp that left your lips was involuntary.

It was a typewriter.

With paper and ink ribbons and everything. It was a little beat up, with a few of the letters clearly worn down. But it looked solid. One of those old machines that could last for decades, in comparison to the new ones that broke down or barely worked at all.

A while back, on this very same sofa, you’d admitted to Lucas that you missed writing stories on the computer. You tried to write them by hand but your hands got tired. He’d mumbled something about not understanding those things, and you dropped it.

“Where did you get it?” You asked suddenly, voice soft. You hoped he didn’t hear the trepidation and anxiety that formed a sudden, hard ball in your stomach.

Was it… from storage? The closet in the spare room, or one of the sheds? He sometimes brought out gifts from there, and while you didn’t hate something new to keep you distracted, all of these things had an undeniable morbid string attached to them.

“Secondhand shop in town,” Lucas said. If he heard anything in your question but curiosity, he didn’t let it show. “Got it the week before all this snow came. Good timin’, huh?” He paused. “So…  do y’like it?” You glanced over, and you saw something terribly vulnerable in his expression. Just for a moment. Just long enough for it a confusing, sympathetic sting to blossom in your chest.

“I…”

Your throat felt tight. You swallowed once and twice, but it stayed, that terrible lump.

Tears pricked at your eyes.

It was… new.  Not new-new, but something new to the cabin. Something without someone else’s fingerprints on it, without their ghost over your shoulder, asking what you’re doing with their sewing machine, their oil paints, their books…

But this? This was yours.

“I love it,” you whispered, fingertips ghosting over the keys.

You turned towards him, chin wobbling, eyes shiny with the beginnings of tears.

“Thank you, Lucas.”

And you meant it completely.

He grinned, and wiped at the beginnings of your tears with his thumbs.

“Ain’t you the sweetest thing? Ain’t you just the sweetest?”

The praise made your cheeks hot, and you stared down at the typewriter again, eyes ghosting over every little detail.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t get you anything like this.”

There were unfinished projects in the spare room, your attempts at a homemade gift, but you weren’t able to force yourself to finish any of them. You’d settled for making a card with the various bits-and-bobs in the drawers filled with mismatched craft supplies.

It was unimpressive, but earlier tonight, he’d acted like you’d given him something extravagant and special. The card was now proudly displayed on the fireplace mantel.

“What d’you mean? I loved the card. And,” he continued, knuckles lightly dragging down your cheek, his eyes taking in every inch of your face, “I already got you. You’re the best gift I could ask for, you know that?”

His arms wrapped around you easily, pulling you towards his body. The strength in his grip made you remember how deftly he lifted that axe, how easily he brought it down again and again into your friend’s bodies. And then you shut your eyes and forced that image away, replacing it with the typewriter, with the snow, with the crackling fire.

This was fine. For now, this was fine.

Maybe tomorrow, you would wonder if you were the first person who’s survived until Christmas with him. Or if others had watched this same snow delicately fall outside the cabin window, had waited patiently while Lucas stoked the fire or added marshmallows to a mug of homemade hot chocolate. 

You would carefully consider if you were special, if he loved you so much more than the others, and that’s why you were still alive. Or if this was just a lovely little scene which had replayed countless times in this very room. And maybe you wouldn’t make it to next Christmas, after all. Someone else would take your place, and think these same thoughts, and their fingers would ghost over the typewriter keys and wonder how you died. 

Yes, maybe tomorrow, you would wonder all that.

Tonight, though, you merely curled up harder against Lucas and let your body relax against his firm grip. You glanced down at your gift and thought about what you might want to write. Thought about filling your days with the clacking of the keys, the old-fashioned ringing of the bell.

Snow falling… warm fire… belly full. It wasn’t so bad, if you pushed away the details. If you ignored the horror of it all.

On evenings like this one, it was easier to do. At least for a little while.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Not only do I love your writing, with many a snippets living rent free in my head, and now you are spoiling us with these DVD commentary posts! Oh, and here's on:

As her arcane vision opened, and she was greeted by a hexagonal chamber, wrought from white marble. The proportions of the chamber were briefly dizzying, and off-putting enough to require adjustment to - its walls were high, suggesting a tower, with long, thin, arched windows and a mural in the domed ceiling. Everything was deathly still, and quiet.

And at the chamber's centre, a pristine white coffin.

Its lid was carved into an ornate frieze of flowers, foliage, and winged birds. All its fastenings were pale white gold, the clasps inlaid with rubies. Rose felt her consciousness tugged like a boat anchored, as the hairpin focus called her forward.

When Rose approached the coffin, she heard stifled, harried breathing within. This was truly Astarion’s resting place, then - and close enough for him to cross planes in the time it had taken them to make it to their own sanctuary. He was already inside, recovering from the death she’d willed upon him. If she’d been real, in this moment, Rose would’ve laid her hand upon the surface of the casket.

Echoing from within the coffin, came a long, gravelly groan, that ended in a series of stuttered breaths.

Ah, Rose thought, skin burning in the material plane. Not in too much pain, then.

And... definitely Astarion.

She hastily backed herself away from the coffin, rising up through the centre of the strange, pristine room to the nearest window. It seemed the quickest way to find out more information on their current location, and to leave him to whatever… that was. She felt the connection finesse itself and stretch taut, finding the limits of her own concentration as she drifted up-

Rosalie felt the temperature drop drastically as she came up to the arched window. Its glass was rimed with frost, small glittering starbursts of ice lining the edges and patching the view in places with fronds of glimmering crystal. Beyond, a pale, snow-covered landscape with no signs of life, only mountains that were impossible to scale, and a sky that was brutally dark. A night blue as ink with not a single star to light it, only pulses of colour in an aurora of paler blue and deep, bruise purple, fluttering in and out of existence and rippling through the endless, dark sky like a wave.

Rosalie did the disembodied, arcane equivalent of pressing her ear against the glass. The metal of the window frame felt so cold, it burned across her mind like flame. Though the air inside the chamber was still, she thought she heard the high, roaring howl of a merciless wind.

...why did I not realise that when I offered up DVD Commentary the 'is he wanking in his coffin' segment was bound to come back to haunt me :-)

Curse you, anon (affectionate).

I spoke a lot about where I wanted to put the coffin in the endnotes, but there are many spoiler-y reasons why I decided on Cania as the ideal place, to the point where it caused me to ignore the fact that it technically broke Scry. I'm going to try and give teasers here for the fun of it, but unfortunately a lot of my commentary on this section is going to be [REDACTED] bc it's setting up some (I think) very fun and sexy plot-twists later. Maybe I'll just use this space to be really indulgent and point out some instances of foreshadowing just to annoy readers into guessing what they might mean.

I really love the Hells in general in D&D - I'm not just brain poisoned by the House of Hope, I've always been obsessed with the very D&D specific distinction between Lawful Evil and Chaotic Evil and what Hell, as the Lawful Evil plane, looks like as a result.

Cania is Mephistopheles' domain, I based the choice that they would be in contact not just on the fact that the Black Mass is Mephistopheles' plan, but also on that one line in Ascendent!Astarions dialogue with spawn!Tav when he mentions 'Mephistopheles' gifts', as if they're on first name terms and pals now.

The description of Cania was based on what lore I could glean from online searches and also Descent Into Avernus. Cania isn't actually spoken about in great detail to be honest, it's basically lifeless, cold, and barren. Which...was already prime Gothic vampire imagery, tbh, but then I found this line on the wiki: 'Preserved corpses were frequently uncovered after collisions between glaciers.' I see Ascended!Astarion essentially, at this point, as a 'preserved corpse', particularly when contrasted to Rose's aging, so I figured it was fate.

Also idk if people have googled Mephistopheles but based on his wiki description... it seems like him and Ascendent!Astarion would get along :)))))

The flashes/aurora in the sky are meant to be a sign of arcane activity, Cania is characterised by Mephistopheles 'overseeing endless experiments with arcane magic [...] conducted throughout the wastes of the layer.'

The inside of Astarion's infernal palace registers to Rosalie as warm, but the world outside is very, very cold. There. That is my only piece of foreshadowing that I can highlight here. Make of it what you will.

Also.... yes, he was wanking in the coffin :') at least, in my vision as an author. But tbh the responses in comments were so valid, and I now also have a very funny image of it being a combination of a wank and a panic attack, which... you know... if you're an invulnerable, all-powerful vampire who's become alienated from your own humanity and your own emotions, maybe being scared *does* get you off?

Also shout out to the commenters who imagined what she overheard was actually just a Blood of Lathander style temper tantrum. Imagining an alternative version of this scene where Rosalie goes over to the coffin, here's a tea kettle high voice going "Power Word Kill! Power Word Kill!!" and goes "...ah, that's Astarion alright. Just like the old days." and then moves on with her life.

DVD commentary ask

[soulofarabia]

Thrill-Seekers Guide to Dune Bashing and Sandboarding

For adventure enthusiasts and adrenaline junkies, the desert offers a playground unlike any other. With its towering sand dunes, golden expanses, and dramatic landscapes, it’s the perfect setting for two of the most exhilarating activities: dune bashing and sandboarding. Whether you crave the rush of a high-speed ride over rolling dunes or the satisfaction of carving through pristine sands on a board, these experiences promise thrills, challenges, and unforgettable memories Dubai desert safari

Dune Bashing: A High-Octane Adventure

Dune bashing is one of the most popular desert activities, combining the power of 4x4 vehicles with the thrill of off-road adventure. It’s a heart-pounding ride over the dunes, where every twist, turn, and drop brings a new surge of excitement.

What is Dune Bashing?

Dune bashing involves skilled drivers maneuvering 4x4 vehicles, such as Land Cruisers or Jeeps, across the sand dunes. The activity requires precision and expertise as drivers navigate steep inclines, sudden descents, and sharp curves at varying speeds. The vehicles are specially equipped with features like roll cages, deflated tires, and reinforced suspension systems to ensure safety and performance.

What to Expect on a Dune Bashing Adventure

Your journey begins with a briefing from your driver, who will guide you through safety protocols. As the vehicle sets off into the desert, you’ll feel an initial rush of anticipation, which quickly turns into exhilaration as you ascend and descend the towering dunes.

The unpredictable nature of the terrain keeps every ride unique and exciting. The rhythmic motion of gliding over the sand, punctuated by sudden bursts of speed and sharp turns, creates an experience that’s both thrilling and immersive.

Sandboarding: Surfing the Dunes

If you’re drawn to board sports like snowboarding or surfing, sandboarding offers a unique twist. This activity lets you glide down the slopes of a dune, feeling the rush of the wind and the satisfaction of mastering the desert terrain.

What is Sandboarding?

Sandboarding is a sport that involves riding a specially designed board down the face of a sand dune. Unlike snowboarding, sandboarding doesn’t require cold weather or snow; all you need is a dune with a smooth slope and the right gear.

The Sandboarding Experience

After selecting a dune that suits your skill level, you’ll strap yourself onto the board and prepare for your descent. Beginners often start by sitting on the board, sliding down in a seated position to get a feel for the motion. Once comfortable, you can stand up and carve your way down the slope, using balance and subtle movements to control your speed and direction.

The sense of freedom and connection with the desert makes sandboarding an unforgettable experience. It’s a test of skill, balance, and courage, but it’s also incredibly rewarding, especially when you conquer your first big dune.

Where to Go for Dune Bashing and Sandboarding

Many deserts around the world offer exceptional opportunities for these activities. Here are some of the best destinations:

Dubai, UAEThe vast dunes of the Arabian Desert make Dubai a top choice for dune bashing and sandboarding. The towering dunes of the Lahbab Desert, also known as the Red Dunes, are particularly famous for their vibrant color and challenging terrain.

Namib Desert, NamibiaThe Namib Desert offers some of the highest dunes in the world, providing a thrilling backdrop for sandboarding. The towering Dune 7 is a must-visit spot for enthusiasts.

Erg Chebbi, MoroccoLocated in the Sahara Desert, Erg Chebbi is known for its golden dunes and stunning landscapes. This area is a favorite among thrill-seekers looking for an authentic desert adventure.

Great Sand Dunes National Park, USAIf you’re in North America, this park in Colorado offers incredible sandboarding experiences against a stunning mountain backdrop.

What to Wear and Bring

To fully enjoy your desert adventure, it’s important to dress appropriately and pack the right essentials.

Clothing: Wear lightweight, breathable clothing to stay cool during the day. Opt for long sleeves and pants to protect your skin from the sun and sand.

Footwear: Closed-toe shoes with good grip are ideal for both dune bashing and sandboarding. Avoid sandals, as the sand can be scorching and difficult to remove.

Accessories: A hat, sunglasses, and a scarf or bandana will help shield you from the sun and blowing sand.

Sunscreen: Apply sunscreen generously to exposed areas, as the desert sun can be intense.

Water: Stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water before, during, and after your activities.

Safety Tips for an Unforgettable Experience

While these activities are thrilling, it’s essential to prioritize safety.

Trust the Experts: Always book with reputable tour operators and follow the guidance of experienced professionals.

Wear Safety Gear: Use seatbelts during dune bashing and protective gear like helmets for sandboarding.

Know Your Limits: Start with smaller dunes if you’re new to sandboarding and avoid attempting stunts beyond your skill level.

Stay Alert: Watch for changes in the terrain and weather, as shifting sand and wind can impact your experience.

Why These Adventures Are Unmissable

Dune bashing and sandboarding are more than just thrilling activities; they’re a way to connect with the desert’s raw beauty and untamed spirit.

The adrenaline rush of racing over dunes or gliding down sandy slopes is balanced by moments of awe as you take in the vast, golden expanse around you. These activities challenge your limits, reward your efforts, and leave you with stories to tell and memories to cherish.

Whether you’re navigating the dunes in a powerful 4x4 or mastering the art of sandboarding, every moment spent in the desert is an adventure worth savoring. So gear up, take the plunge, and let the desert awaken your inner thrill-seeker desert adventures tourism dubai

[sikkimtaxisin]

Why Renting a Car is the Best Way to Explore Gurudongmar and Yumthang

Nothing can beat the comfort level of hiring a private car for North Sikkim. It not only provides comfort but also ensures safety and security on your most awaited adventure trip to North Sikkim’s two wonders – Gurudongmar Lake and Yumthang Valley. Get your North Sikkim car rental at the best prices from a reliable Sikkim travel expert.

To get the most out of your trip to these far-flung locations, hiring a private car is the safest option. This is the reason:

Freedom and Flexibility

The pristine attractiveness of Yumthang Valley and Gurudongmar Lake, which are distant from busy tourist destinations in Sikkim, is what draws people there.

You may plan your route without following set timetables when you rent a car. On your way to North Sikkim (Lachen / Lachung) from Gangtok, explore the scenic waterfalls. Spend some time there, take photographs, and leave for your destination. Every desire may be included in your journey when you have your own rental car.

Comfort in Challenging Terrain

Navigating twisting mountain roads and steep inclines is necessary to reach Yumthang Valley at 11,800 feet and Gurudongmar Lake at 17,800 feet. A smoother, safer journey is a must when you rent a sturdy SUV or a 4x4 car. The majority of Sikkim car rental companies provide cars that are suitable for this kind of road, together with skilled drivers if necessary, to ensure a stress-free and enjoyable trip.

Accessibility to Remote Gems

There are more lesser-known but no less captivating locations along the way to these places, including Chungthang, Lachung, and Lachen. You may explore these distant treasures with a rental car with personalization.

This gives you the opportunity to come across quaint towns, unspoiled streams, and colourful rhododendron forests. Hire your North Sikkim rental car from a trusted travel agency in advance, especially in peak seasons.

Avoiding Public Transport Hassles

In North Sikkim, public transit is limited and sometimes unavailable, particularly in rural regions. Reliance on shared taxis or jeeps can result in crowded transportation, lengthy wait times, and a lack of control over your speed. Renting a car keeps you from all these concerns and ensures secure and enjoyable travel.

Photography Opportunities

The region of North Sikkim offers breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks and lush valleys along the roads leading to Gurudongmar and Yumthang. There are many chances to pause and take in the beauty of these settings when you rent a car. You won't miss a single moment worth photographing, whether it's a sunrise above the mountains or yaks grazing by the river. Avail of budget Sikkim car rental from a reliable travel agency in the state.

Local Information

Choosing to hire a car with a driver on your North Sikkim trip might improve your vacation by providing you with priceless local information. These local North Sikkim drivers, who are more often locals, may take you in the direction of the greatest vantage points, suggest regional specialties, and tell you interesting tales about the history and culture of the area.

Two of India's naturally magnificent places are the Yumthang Valley and Gurudongmar Lake, which are tucked away in the virgin highlands of North Sikkim. Travelers are enthralled by these famous locations' unmatched beauty, tranquil calm, and distinctive scenery. Book your customized trip with a budget North Sikkim car rental.

[strengervinay]

Find Calm in Kareri Village: Where Your Journey Begins!

Nestled in the enchanting Dhauladhar range of Himachal Pradesh lies Kareri Village, a serene escape for those seeking tranquillity amidst nature. This quaint village serves as the starting point of the Kareri trek, a mesmerizing journey through dense forests, glistening streams, and picturesque meadows. As you embark on this adventure, expect a perfect blend of natural beauty, cultural immersion, and challenging trails that lead to the magnificent Kareri Lake.

Kareri Lake Camping: A Unique Himalayan Experience

The Kareri Lake trek distance is approximately 10 km from Kareri Village, making it an ideal adventure for trekkers looking for a moderate challenge. Along the way, you'll be greeted by pine forests, rhododendron blooms, and sparkling mountain streams. As you ascend, the trail reveals breathtaking views of the snow-capped Dhauladhar peaks, leaving you in awe of nature’s artistry.

Camping at Kareri Lake is an unforgettable experience. At an altitude of 2,950 meters, the lake offers a tranquil setting surrounded by alpine pastures. As the sun sets, the clear night sky unveils a blanket of stars, making it an idyllic spot for stargazing. Remember to pack warm clothes, as the Kareri lake temperature can dip significantly, especially at night.

Weather Wonders: Understanding Kareri Lake

One of the most captivating aspects of the trek is how the weather transforms the landscape. The Kareri lake temperature during the day ranges from 12°C to 18°C, while nights can be freezing, with temperatures dropping to -6°C. This dramatic change adds an adventurous twist, requiring trekkers to be well-prepared with warm clothing and gear.

Why Choose the Kareri Lake Trek?

Nature at Its Best: The trek offers diverse landscapes, from dense forests to open meadows, and the pristine Kareri Lake is the perfect culmination.

Cultural Insights: Exploring Kareri village allows you to experience the warmth and traditions of Himachal's local communities.

Accessibility: With its proximity to Dharamshala, the trek is easily accessible, making it a popular choice for both beginners and seasoned trekkers.

Thrilling Yet Manageable: While this Dharamshala trek poses a moderate challenge, it’s suitable for anyone with basic fitness and an adventurous spirit.

Kareri Trek: A Trek to Remember

The journey to Kareri Lake is not just about reaching a destination; it’s about the experiences and memories you create along the way. From the charm of Kareri village to the thrill of trekking through untouched landscapes, every moment is a step closer to nature and self-discovery. Whether you're camping under the stars or marvelling at the lake’s serene beauty, the Kareri Lake trek promises an adventure you'll cherish forever.

Ready to begin your journey? Book your trek today with Universal Adventures and let the magic of Kareri unfold!

[thedeamriders]

Why Bhutan is the Ultimate Destination for Motorcycle Enthusiasts?

For motorcycle enthusiasts, the thrill of the open road and the allure of uncharted landscapes are irresistible. Few places on Earth combine breathtaking natural beauty, cultural richness, and challenging riding terrain as perfectly as Bhutan, the Land of the Thunder Dragon. Here’s why Bhutan should top every rider’s bucket list.

1. Scenic Beauty Beyond Compare

Nestled in the eastern Himalayas, Bhutan is a visual masterpiece. Its rugged mountains, lush valleys, and pristine rivers offer an ever-changing panorama that’s best experienced on two wheels. As you navigate the winding roads, you’ll pass through dense pine forests, terraced rice fields, and dramatic cliffside vistas. Imagine cresting a hill and seeing a traditional Bhutanese dzong (fortress-monastery) silhouetted against snow-capped peaks—a moment you’ll cherish forever.

2. Roads Made for Adventure

Bhutan’s roads are a dream for adventurous riders. While some routes are paved and well-maintained, others are rough and challenging, making it perfect for thrill-seekers who crave variety. The famous Dochula Pass, at over 3,000 meters above sea level, offers 108 chortens (stupas) and jaw-dropping views of the Himalayas. The twists and turns of Bhutan’s mountain roads are as exhilarating as they are scenic, providing a perfect mix of technical riding and awe-inspiring surroundings.

3. Unique Cultural Experiences

Bhutan’s rich cultural heritage sets it apart from other destinations. On a motorcycle tour, you’ll have the chance to explore ancient monasteries, interact with locals in traditional villages, and attend vibrant festivals like the Paro Tsechu. The country’s deep-rooted Buddhist values and commitment to Gross National Happiness make it a place where every interaction feels meaningful.

As you ride through Bhutan, you’ll experience the harmonious coexistence of modernity and tradition. Villages still follow centuries-old customs, yet the warmth and hospitality of the Bhutanese people are timeless.

4. Environmentally Conscious Adventure

For riders who value sustainable travel, Bhutan is a trailblazer. As the only carbon-negative country in the world, Bhutan has taken extraordinary steps to preserve its natural environment. Motorcycle enthusiasts can feel good knowing their adventures align with the country’s eco-friendly ethos.

5. A Safe and Welcoming Destination

Bhutan’s well-maintained infrastructure and commitment to tourism regulations ensure a safe riding experience. While the country restricts the number of tourists through its high-value, low-impact tourism policy, this exclusivity means uncrowded roads and pristine landscapes for those lucky enough to ride there.

Additionally, organized motorcycle tours in Bhutan often come with expert guides who know the best routes, ensuring you don’t miss hidden gems like the stunning Bumthang Valley or the iconic Tiger’s Nest Monastery.

6. A Rider’s Spiritual Retreat

Bhutan is more than just a ride—it’s a journey of self-discovery. The serene landscapes, sacred sites, and meditative atmosphere make it a perfect destination for motorcyclists seeking not just adrenaline but also inner peace. The country’s spiritual energy, coupled with the rhythm of the open road, makes every journey deeply transformative.

Conclusion

Bhutan motorcycle tour offers a blending scenic beauty, cultural immersion, and thrilling roads in a way that few places can match. For riders looking for something truly different, Bhutan promises not just a destination, but an unforgettable experience. Whether you’re navigating mountain passes, stopping at ancient monasteries, or simply soaking in the serenity of the Himalayas, Bhutan will leave an indelible mark on your heart and soul.

Pack your gear, rev your engine, and let Bhutan take you on the ride of a lifetime!

[tourmyholidayholiday]

Top 10 Must-Have Experiences on a Chopta Tour

Chopta, a serene hamlet in Uttarakhand, is a paradise for adventure enthusiasts, nature lovers, and spiritual seekers. Known for its lush greenery, breathtaking views, and thrilling treks, Chopta offers an unmatched travel experience. Whether you're on a budget trip or a corporate outing, the destination has something for everyone. Let’s explore the top 10 must-have experiences on a Chopta tour, enriched with insights about Chopta Tour Packages, Trekking Tour Packages, and Camping Packages.

1. Trek to Tungnath Temple

No Chopta trip is complete without visiting the iconic Tungnath Temple, the highest Shiva temple in the world. The Tungnath Temple Trek is a moderate 4 km hike from Chopta, making it ideal for both beginners and experienced trekkers. The snow-laden trails in winter add a magical touch, and the spiritual aura of the temple makes the journey unforgettable. Opt for Chopta Tungnath Trek Packages to make the most of this divine experience.

2. Summit the Chandrashila Peak

For adventure lovers, the Chandrashila Summit Trek is a must. This trek takes you 1.5 km further from Tungnath to an altitude of 4,130 meters. The summit offers panoramic views of the Himalayan peaks, including Nanda Devi and Chaukhamba. Many Chopta Trekking Tour Packages include this exhilarating trek, ensuring you witness the breathtaking beauty of the Himalayas.

3. Experience Deoriatal Camping

Nestled amidst dense forests, Deoriatal is a serene high-altitude lake that reflects the snow-clad peaks. Camping here is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, offering tranquility and adventure. Choose Deoriatal Camping Packages to enjoy stargazing, bonfires, and peaceful nature walks. It’s an excellent spot for photography enthusiasts and those seeking a break from the chaos of city life.

4. Enjoy Camping in Chopta

Camping in Chopta is an experience in itself. Imagine waking up to the sight of majestic mountains and enjoying the warmth of a bonfire in the chilly evenings. Chopta Camping Packages cater to solo travelers, families, and corporate groups. Winter camping adds an adventurous twist, allowing you to immerse yourself in the pristine beauty of Chopta’s snow-covered landscapes.

5. Opt for Budget-Friendly Adventures

Traveling on a budget? No worries! Budget Chopta Packages offer affordable yet fulfilling experiences, including treks, camping, and local sightseeing. These packages are designed to provide the best of Chopta without burning a hole in your pocket, making them ideal for students and backpackers.

6. Participate in Group Tours

Group travel enhances the joy of exploring Chopta. Group Chopta Tours and Chopta Group Tour Packages are tailored for friends, families, or like-minded adventure enthusiasts. These packages include guided treks, camping, and group activities, ensuring a memorable and fun-filled trip.

7. Corporate Team-Building Experiences

For companies looking to combine work and leisure, Corporate Chopta Packages are a fantastic option. These packages include team-building activities, trekking, and camping experiences, making Chopta an ideal destination for corporate retreats.

8. Embark on Winter Treks

Winter trekking in Chopta is a surreal experience. The snow-covered trails leading to Tungnath and Chandrashila are a trekker’s dream. Choose Chopta Winter Trek Packages for a guided adventure that ensures safety and comfort amidst the challenging terrain. Whether you're a seasoned trekker or a beginner, winter trekking in Chopta offers unmatched thrills.

9. Explore Adventure Trekking Opportunities

Chopta is a hub for adventure trekking in Uttarakhand. From easy trails to challenging climbs, there’s something for everyone. Adventure Tours in Chopta include guided treks to Tungnath, Chandrashila, and Deoriatal, ensuring an exciting and well-planned trekking experience.

10. Follow a Customized Chopta Trek Itinerary

To make the most of your Chopta trip, follow a well-planned Chopta Trek Itinerary. Here’s a suggested 4-day itinerary:

Day 1: Arrival in Chopta

Arrive in Chopta via Chopta Trekking Packages from Delhi.

Check into a campsite or guesthouse.

Spend the evening relaxing around a bonfire.

Day 2: Tungnath and Chandrashila Trek

Begin the Tungnath Temple Trek early in the morning.

Continue to the Chandrashila Summit for panoramic views.

Return to Chopta for an overnight stay.

Day 3: Deoriatal Camping

Trek to Deoriatal and set up camp by the lake.

Enjoy stargazing and nature walks.

Day 4: Departure

Return to Delhi with cherished memories.

Why Choose Chopta for Your Next Adventure?

Chopta offers a perfect blend of adventure, spirituality, and natural beauty. Whether you’re trekking to the Tungnath Temple, camping by Deoriatal, or summiting Chandrashila, each experience is unique and fulfilling. With numerous Chopta Tour Packages, including Budget Chopta Packages and Chandrashila Trekking Packages, you can plan a trip that suits your preferences and budget.

From corporate outings to solo adventures, Chopta caters to all kinds of travelers. Its serene environment, thrilling treks, and budget-friendly options make it a top choice for winter trekking in Uttarakhand. Book your Chopta Trekking Tour Packages today and embark on a journey of a lifetime!

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Experience Tranquility at Brightside Resort, Tirthan Valley

Nestled amidst the serene beauty of Himachal Pradesh, Brightside Resort in Tirthan Valley is a hidden gem for nature enthusiasts, adventure seekers, and those yearning for a peaceful getaway. This charming resort combines comfort, sustainability, and breathtaking landscapes, offering guests an unforgettable escape from city life.

A Retreat in the Heart of Tirthan Valley

The Tirthan Valley, known for its lush green landscapes, pristine rivers, and proximity to the Great Himalayan National Park (a UNESCO World Heritage site), provides the ideal setting for a resort like Brightside. The resort’s architecture blends with the natural surroundings, utilizing eco-friendly materials and designs that harmonize with the valley’s untouched beauty. Every room and corner of the resort promises stunning views, creating a tranquil space to rejuvenate and reconnect with nature.

Accommodation: Comfort in Nature’s Lap

Brightside Resort offers a selection of cozy, comfortable accommodations ranging from traditional cottages to well-appointed rooms with modern amenities. Each room is designed to allow guests to immerse themselves in the beauty of the valley while enjoying the conveniences of a high-end resort. The balconies and large windows frame scenic views, allowing guests to wake up to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains and the soothing sound of the river nearby.

Adventure and Activities

From hiking trails to river rafting, Brightside Resort is a gateway to adventure. Guided treks to the nearby Great Himalayan National Park introduce visitors to the region's unique flora and fauna, while angling and bird-watching are popular among guests who enjoy the valley's rich biodiversity. The Tirthan River offers crystal-clear waters ideal for fishing and seasonal activities like river rafting.

Dining: Local Flavors with a Gourmet Twist

The resort’s restaurant is dedicated to showcasing local Himachali cuisine alongside a selection of Indian and international dishes. Fresh, locally-sourced ingredients add authenticity and flavor, while the cozy dining area, often open to breathtaking views, makes every meal a memorable experience.

Sustainable Tourism and Community Engagement

Brightside Resort is committed to sustainable tourism and eco-friendly practices, supporting local communities and minimizing its environmental impact. From waste management initiatives to sourcing ingredients from local farmers, Brightside emphasizes the importance of giving back to the community and preserving Tirthan Valley's natural beauty.

Best Time to Visit

The best time to visit Brightside Resort depends on the experience you're seeking. Summers (April to June) offer pleasant weather and are ideal for outdoor activities. Monsoons (July to September) enhance the valley's lush greenery, though some activities may be limited. Winters (October to February) bring snowfall and transform the landscape, making it perfect for a cozy, snow-covered retreat.

How to Reach Brightside Resort

Brightside Resort is accessible by road from Delhi and Chandigarh, making it a convenient destination for weekend travelers. The nearest airport is Bhuntar, about 50 kilometers away, and the closest railway station is Joginder Nagar. Taxis and private cars can also be arranged for the journey through the scenic hills of Himachal Pradesh.

Why Choose Brightside Resort?

Whether you’re an adventure lover, a nature enthusiast, or simply looking for a place to unwind, Brightside Resort offers the best of Tirthan Valley. Its serene setting, focus on sustainability, and wide range of activities make it a versatile destination for families, solo travelers, and couples alike.

Brightside Resort is more than just a place to stay; it’s a place to experience Tirthan Valley’s unique charm.

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10 Hidden Gem Destinations in the US You’ve Probably Never Heard Of

Exploring popular destinations is amazing, but sometimes the true magic lies in those lesser-known places just waiting to be discovered. From secluded beach towns to scenic mountains and small cities with a unique charm, these hidden gems offer an unforgettable experience far from the crowds. Here are 10 lesser-known destinations in the US you’re going to want to add to your bucket list.

1. Bisbee, Arizona

Nestled near the Mexican border, Bisbee is a quirky, artsy town with an old mining history. Wandering its steep, colorful streets feels like stepping back in time. The historic architecture, unique art galleries, and the Queen Mine Tour give this town its personality. For an unforgettable stay, check out the local vintage hotels and haunted inns. Bisbee is the perfect place for travelers who crave history, art, and an offbeat adventure.

2. Eureka Springs, Arkansas

This Victorian-era town hidden in the Ozark Mountains feels like a storybook village. Known for its natural springs, unique boutiques, and tree-lined streets, Eureka Springs is a blend of historic charm and quirky attractions. The entire town is a historic district, with winding streets lined with Victorian homes and an unexpected art scene. If you’re up for an eerie twist, don’t miss the haunted Crescent Hotel!

3. Cape May, New Jersey

Cape May is a coastal hidden gem known for its charming Victorian architecture, pristine beaches, and historic feel. This beach town is ideal for anyone seeking a relaxing escape with a side of history. Take a stroll through the historic district, explore the lighthouse, or simply unwind on the sandy beaches. Its coastal charm and preserved Victorian homes make it a one-of-a-kind spot on the Jersey Shore.

4. Great Sand Dunes National Park, Colorado

Imagine finding the tallest sand dunes in North America at the foot of snow-capped mountains. Great Sand Dunes National Park is a surreal landscape that most people don’t realize exists in Colorado. You can try sandboarding, hike up the dunes, or simply marvel at the dramatic contrast of sand against mountains. It’s a destination for those craving an adventure in a landscape you’ll hardly believe is real.

5. Marfa, Texas

This small desert town has gained fame for its minimalist art installations, mysterious Marfa Lights, and bohemian vibe. Located in West Texas, Marfa is an unusual blend of art and desert landscape. The most famous attraction is the Prada Marfa installation—a tiny replica of a Prada store in the middle of nowhere. It’s a must-visit for art lovers, stargazers, and anyone who loves exploring eclectic places.

6. Lanesboro, Minnesota

Located along the Root River, Lanesboro is a charming small town known for its outdoor adventures and artistic community. With more than 60 miles of trails, it’s a hotspot for cyclists and nature enthusiasts. The town’s Main Street is packed with art galleries, local theaters, and cozy cafes, making it a relaxing spot to escape to. It’s perfect for a scenic Midwest getaway with small-town charm.

7. Mendocino, California

This coastal town in Northern California is a hidden treasure with breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean and stunning coastal cliffs. Mendocino offers a quieter alternative to California’s more popular coastal towns. With its Victorian architecture, rugged coastline, and incredible natural beauty, Mendocino is a slice of paradise. Hike the coastal trails, explore nearby state parks, and stay in a charming inn for a romantic retreat.

8. Joseph, Oregon

Surrounded by the Wallowa Mountains, Joseph is a little-known town with big beauty. Known as the “Little Switzerland of America,” Joseph has stunning alpine views, a vibrant arts community, and endless outdoor activities like hiking, fishing, and boating on Wallowa Lake. Art lovers will appreciate the bronze sculptures scattered throughout town, while nature enthusiasts can enjoy the pristine landscape and fresh mountain air.

9. Lake Rabun, Georgia

A serene lake surrounded by the Blue Ridge Mountains, Lake Rabun is one of Georgia’s best-kept secrets. This peaceful spot is ideal for boating, fishing, and enjoying the lush forest landscape. Stay at a cozy lakeside cabin or historic lodge, and be sure to explore nearby waterfalls. Lake Rabun is the kind of place that invites you to unplug and unwind in nature’s beauty.

10. Harpers Ferry, West Virginia

Located at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers, Harpers Ferry is a historic town packed with scenic beauty and rich Civil War history. You can explore the preserved 19th-century village, hike up Maryland Heights for panoramic views, or visit Harpers Ferry National Historical Park. This charming town is a mix of history, outdoor adventure, and scenic vistas.

Discovering Hidden Gems

These hidden gem destinations are proof that you don’t always need to follow the crowd to experience something extraordinary. Each of these places offers a unique glimpse into America’s diverse landscapes and cultures, giving you the chance to explore beyond the typical tourist spots. So, next time you’re planning a trip, consider venturing off the beaten path and uncovering the US in a way that few have.

Whether you’re craving a beach escape, a mountain retreat, or an artsy adventure, these lesser-known destinations have something special waiting just for you.

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River Rafting in Himachal Pradesh: Head to Dobhi for an Exhilarating Adventure!

Let’s Talk About It

Himachal Pradesh, with its towering mountains, serene valleys, and roaring rivers, is a paradise for adventure seekers. For those eager to take on the challenge of river rafting, Dobhi in Manali is the place to be. Located amidst lush landscapes and the flowing Beas River, Dobhi offers a thrilling experience that combines natural beauty with heart-pounding excitement. If you've been searching for river rafting in Kasol or white water rafting in Kullu Manali, Dobhi is an ideal spot to test your skills against the river rapids.

Why Dobhi Is Ideal for Rafting in Manali?

Situated in a scenic part of Manali, Dobhi boasts picturesque views of the Himalayas, soothing river streams, and hidden gems like monasteries, paragliding sites, and waterfalls. With activities like rafting, paragliding, and trekking, Dobhi provides an all-in-one adventure package for anyone looking to experience the natural wonders and thrills of Himachal Pradesh. The pristine waters of the Beas River make this location ideal for white water rafting, providing both novice and experienced rafters with a range of challenges and scenic views.

Activity Duration: 30 to 60 minutes

Endurance Level: Moderate

Activity Distance: Options of 7 km or 9 km rafting routes

River Rafting in Dobhi: What to Expect?

When you arrive at Dobhi for your rafting adventure, you'll be greeted by trained instructors who will guide you through the essentials. After a safety briefing, you’ll be equipped with high-quality gear, including life jackets and helmets, and get ready to tackle the river's exciting rapids. Here's what the experience includes:

1. Safety First

Your rafting journey begins with a detailed briefing on safety procedures by certified instructors. They’ll guide you on how to handle the raft, navigate the rapids, and make the most of your experience while staying safe.

2. Rafting Options

Choose between two thrilling packages:

7 km Rafting: Enjoy an adventurous 30-minute ride through scenic stretches of the Beas River (₹399 per person).

9 km Rafting: Opt for a more extensive 45–60-minute experience that gives you extra time to revel in the beauty of the valley (₹499 per person).

Both options promise exhilarating rides that take you through a series of grade 2 and grade 3 rapids, offering an unforgettable experience.

3. Breathtaking Scenery

As you navigate through the water, the lush green trees lining the riverbanks create a stunning backdrop. The snow-capped peaks and serene landscapes make every moment memorable, perfect for capturing photos with friends and family.

4. Expert Guidance

With certified instructors and all necessary safety measures in place, you can fully focus on the fun. You’ll be rafting alongside experienced professionals who ensure that every twist and turn of your journey is safe and enjoyable.

5. Timings and Group Size

Timings: 10:00 AM to 6:00 PM, allowing you to pick a convenient time slot.

Group Size: Rafts accommodate between 6-8 people, making this a perfect group activity to enjoy with friends or family.

River Rafting in Himachal Pradesh: Other Popular Picks

While river rafting in Kasol and water rafting in Manali are popular, Dobhi stands out as a top spot for white water rafting. Here’s how it compares to other destinations:

Kasol: Known for its serene environment and hippie vibe, Kasol offers gentler rapids and a more relaxed rafting experience.

Manali: White water rafting in Kullu Manali is quite popular. However, Dobhi provides a quieter, less crowded alternative while still delivering thrilling rapids and breathtaking views.

If you’re looking for an exclusive experience without the crowds, Dobhi is your go-to destination for river rafting in Himachal Pradesh.

Important Details to Keep in Mind

Age Limit: 16 to 65 years

Weight Limit: Up to 100 kg

Endurance: Moderate, suitable for people with a basic level of fitness

By keeping these guidelines in mind, you’ll be prepared for an experience that is both safe and exhilarating.

How to Book Rafting in Manali?

Booking your river rafting adventure in Himachal Pradesh is simple and hassle-free. Universal Adventures offers easy online booking, allowing you to select your preferred date and time. Advance booking is highly recommended, especially during peak travel seasons, to secure your spot on the raft.

Why Dobhi Rafting with Universal Adventures?

Choosing Universal Adventures ensures a seamless experience from start to finish, with professional guides, top-notch equipment, and a focus on safety. Universal Adventures makes it easy for you to enjoy a memorable river rafting experience, whether you're a seasoned rafter or a first-timer.

Choose Your Getaway Asap!

If you’re seeking a combination of excitement, natural beauty, and a peaceful escape, river rafting in Dobhi, Manali is the perfect choice. Whether you're planning a family outing, a group adventure, or a solo trip, rafting in Dobhi offers a one-of-a-kind experience that you’ll remember forever. With its accessible location, reasonable rafting charges in Manali, and awe-inspiring surroundings, Dobhi promises an adventure like no other. 

Book your white water rafting in Dobhi experience today and get ready to dive into the thrill of the Beas River!

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Exploring the Best Treks in Himachal Pradesh

For trekking enthusiasts, Himachal Pradesh is a dream destination offering a wealth of incredible trails, each with its own distinct beauty and challenge. From serene lake treks to high-altitude peak expeditions, this northern Indian state is a paradise for those looking to explore the Himalayas up close.

Here’s a look at some of the most popular and breathtaking treks in Himachal Pradesh, suited for everyone from beginners to seasoned trekkers.

1. Bhrigu Lake Trek

Duration: 3-4 days

Best Time: May to October

Overview: Known for its pristine high-altitude lake, Bhrigu Lake offers spectacular views of the Pir Panjal and Dhauladhar ranges. Located near Manali, this trek is ideal for beginners looking to experience moderate-altitude trekking.

2. Buran Ghati Pass Trek

Duration: 7 days

Best Time: May to June, September to October

Overview: The Buran Ghati Pass Trek combines dense forests, sprawling meadows, glacial lakes, and challenging passes, making it one of the most scenic treks in Himachal. This trek also includes rappelling down a rock face, adding an adventurous twist to the journey.

3. Deo Tibba Peak Expedition

Duration: 12 days

Best Time: May to October

Overview: For those seeking a high-altitude adventure, the Deo Tibba Peak Expedition takes you to 6,001 meters above sea level. With views of glaciers, moraines, and the majestic Deo Tibba peak itself, this trek is a thrilling option for experienced trekkers.

4. Friendship Peak Expedition

Duration: 8-9 days

Best Time: May to October

Overview: Friendship Peak, standing at an elevation of 5,289 meters, is one of the most accessible peaks in Himachal Pradesh for climbers and trekkers. The expedition offers challenging climbs, alpine terrain, and panoramic views of the Pir Panjal range.

5. Hampta Pass Trek

Duration: 4-5 days

Best Time: June to October

Overview: The Hampta Pass Trek is popular for its dramatic landscapes as it transitions from the lush Kullu Valley to the stark, arid Spiti Valley. This crossover trek includes mesmerizing views of glaciers, rocky terrains, and the iconic Chandratal Lake.

6. Kanamo Peak Trek Expedition

Duration: 5-6 days

Best Time: June to September

Overview: The Kanamo Peak Trek is a thrilling adventure to the summit of Kanamo Peak at 6,000 meters. Located in the Spiti Valley, this trek offers serene landscapes, alpine meadows, and challenging high-altitude climbs for advanced trekkers.

7. Kareri Lake Trek

Duration: 3 days

Best Time: March to December

Overview: Kareri Lake, a glacial lake nestled in the Dhauladhar range, is ideal for beginners and intermediate trekkers. This trek offers beautiful forested paths, crystal-clear streams, and views of the lake surrounded by snow-capped peaks.

8. Pin Bhaba Pass Trek

Duration: 7 days

Best Time: June to September

Overview: The Pin Bhaba Pass Trek connects the lush forests of Kinnaur with the arid landscapes of Spiti Valley. Known for its changing landscapes and challenging terrain, it’s a popular choice among trekkers looking for a unique Himalayan experience.

9. Pin Parvati Pass Trek

Duration: 10-11 days

Best Time: July to September

Overview: As one of the most challenging treks in Himachal, the Pin Parvati Pass Trek is for seasoned trekkers. This journey across lush meadows, snow-capped mountains, and glacial moraines offers a breathtaking view of both Kullu and Spiti valleys.

10. Rupin Pass Trek

Duration: 8 days

Best Time: May to June, September to October

Overview: The Rupin Pass Trek is famous for its varied landscapes and adventurous climb. From dense forests to vibrant meadows and cascading waterfalls, this trek offers a unique blend of natural beauty and challenging sections.

11. Sar Pass Trek

Duration: 5-6 days

Best Time: May to October

Overview: Sar Pass is a favorite among beginner and intermediate trekkers looking for a mix of snowy landscapes, dense forests, and scenic meadows. Located near Kasol, it’s a relatively moderate trek with rewarding views and vibrant campsites.

12. Yunam Peak Trek Expedition

Duration: 6-7 days

Best Time: July to September

Overview: Located in Lahaul Valley, the Yunam Peak Expedition takes trekkers to an impressive height of 6,113 meters. Known for its challenging, rugged terrain, this trek offers awe-inspiring views of the barren, high-altitude desert landscape of Himachal.

Essential Tips for Trekking in Himachal Pradesh

Acclimatize: Most treks in Himachal involve significant altitude gains. Spend time acclimatizing to avoid altitude sickness.

Pack Smart: Essentials include sturdy trekking shoes, warm layers, rain gear, a sleeping bag, and plenty of snacks. The high-altitude weather can be unpredictable, so it's essential to be prepared.

Stay Hydrated: The dry mountain air can dehydrate you quickly. Carry water, and drink regularly, even if you’re not feeling thirsty.

Travel Responsibly: Respect the environment by carrying back any waste, avoiding littering, and respecting local wildlife and flora.

Hire a Guide: Many of these treks involve challenging terrain. An experienced guide can ensure a safe and enjoyable experience, especially on difficult expeditions.

Best Time to Visit

The best time for trekking in Himachal Pradesh varies by trek, but generally, May to October offers the most favorable weather. Early summer and autumn provide clear skies and moderate temperatures. During monsoon season (July-September), treks like Pin Parvati Pass and Pin Bhaba Pass showcase lush greenery, while winter treks offer a unique, snow-covered landscape but are generally more challenging and require extra preparation.

Why Trekking in Himachal Pradesh is a Must-Do Experience

From serene lakes to high-altitude passes, each trek in Himachal offers something special. The breathtaking landscapes, incredible flora and fauna, and cultural richness of the local villages make it a destination that truly stands out. Whether you’re drawn to the thrill of climbing peaks like Deo Tibba and Yunam, or prefer the tranquility of Kareri Lake and Bhrigu Lake, Himachal’s trekking routes promise unforgettable experiences.

Prepare for an adventure that will challenge you, refresh your spirit, and bring you face-to-face with the raw beauty of the Himalayas. So, lace up your boots, pack your bags, and let Himachal Pradesh welcome you into its pristine wilderness.

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Ride the Rapids: Unforgettable River Rafting in Kullu Manali

Why Kullu Manali is a Rafting Hotspot

Nestled in the heart of the Himalayas, Kullu Manali stands out as a prime location for river rafting. Its pristine rivers, thrilling rapids, and stunning scenic beauty create the perfect backdrop for an adventure. Picture this: you and your friends paddling through the crystal-clear waters, surrounded by lush green hills and snow-capped mountains. Isn’t that the kind of thrill you crave? Rafting Kullu is one of the best sports for tourists.

Types of Rafting Packages You Can Choose

When it comes to river rafting in Kullu Manali, you won’t run out of options. Here’s a closer look at the exciting packages available:

1. Basic Rafting Package

Ideal for beginners, this package offers a gentle introduction to the world of rafting. You’ll spend a few hours on the river, navigating through mild rapids while learning essential skills from experienced guides. This is a fantastic way to experience the fun without feeling overwhelmed.

2. Adventure Rafting Package

For those looking for a heart-pumping experience, the adventure rafting package is perfect. This option includes more challenging rapids and a longer duration on the water. Get ready to feel the adrenaline rush as you ride the waves and maneuver through twists and turns!

3. Camping and Rafting Combo

What’s better than rafting? How about combining it with camping? This package typically includes a night’s stay under the stars, along with meals and campfire fun. Imagine drifting off to sleep with the sounds of the river flowing nearby. It’s an experience that connects you with nature like no other.

Online Bookings Made Easy

Gone are the days of waiting in long lines or worrying about availability. With just a few clicks, you can book your rafting adventure online. Most operators have user-friendly websites where you can view packages, prices, and even check reviews from other adventurers. It’s as simple as selecting your dates and making payment—all from the comfort of your home!

Price Ranges for Every Budget

Wondering how much it’ll cost? Pricing for river rafting in Kullu Manali can vary depending on the package you choose. Basic packages start from around $30 per person, while adventure packages may go up to $100 or more. Keep an eye out for seasonal discounts or group deals that can make your trip more affordable.

Safety First: What You Need to Know

While the thrill of rafting is undeniable, safety should always come first. Reputable rafting companies in Kullu Manali provide safety gear, including life jackets and helmets. Your guides are trained in rescue techniques, and they know how to tackle the river’s twists and turns. Always pay attention to their instructions—they’re here to keep you safe. Rafting Kullu Manali is a delightful sport to share the best adventure moments with your family.

Conclusion: Your Next Adventure Awaits

Kullu Manali is more than just a beautiful getaway; it’s a playground for adventure seekers. Whether you’re a seasoned rafter or a curious beginner, the excitement of river rafting is just a booking away. So why wait? Pack your bags, grab your friends, and get ready for an adventure you'll never forget!

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It's Wednesday Again! I hope you enjoy this new extract of my fanfic The Memory of the Red Spider Lilies.

Green. Green everywhere, shining under the cloudless azure sky, in the warmth of the afternoon, a blinding light like the reflections of the sunbeams on a diamond. On the distant horizon, the pristine snow slowly dissolved from the treetops to the mountain peaks, leaving behind a carpet of greenery. Spring water from rivers and streams started to flow again, rendered fresher by the melting frost and ice, while here and there dandelions blossomed, their pollen grains waltzing through the zephyr.

Comfortably settled in their stalls, the horses neighed happily as they nibbled in their mangers, their eyes captivated by the performance of their two grooms bustling to meet their every need. They crossed paths repeatedly in the stable without ever hindering each other’s tasks, in a sort of symbiosis despite their complete differences: the first packing the straw whilst the second stacked hay bales before they joined forces to sort the used horseshoes from the new ones.

The Saniwa ran a hand over his forehead as he hung the pitchfork on its hook fixed to the wall, a satisfied smile on his lips. Nothing could beat the feeling of a job well done to clear his mind of his constant questions.

“Is that all?” Yamanbagiri Kunihiro asked, at last, looking round to double-check for himself.

“Yes, I believe so,” he nodded, turning towards a black horse with deep blue highlights and gently stroking its muzzle. “What do you think, Aoge? Do you like what you see?”

Resting its imposing chin on its owner’s head with enthusiasm, the equine decided to have a bit of fun at the latter’s expense and snorted loudly at him, eliciting a laugh from the cherry-haired boy who quickly wiped his face with his sleeve before facing his Touken Danshi again.

“In that case, I’ll be going,” declared the Uchigatana, adding with a slight bow, “Thank you for helping me with my chores today.”

“It was noth– Ah!” the Sage began to reply when something suddenly caught his attention, causing him to reach out for the tsukumogami’s cloak. “This has gotten really dirty, hasn’t it?”

“Quit it!” the blond Kunihiro retorted however almost immediately, yanking the garment away from his master’s hands. “No need to pay attention to a copy like me. Wielding my blade will only shame you.”

Here we go again… the Saniwa couldn’t help but sigh mentally, rolling his eyes and moving imperceptibly closer to his Toudan whose gaze was clouded with guilt as always when he chastised himself.

“It’s no big deal. If it gets messed up, I won’t be compared to someone else.”

“Still, it needs to be cleaned. Look at this, even the back is caked in filth,” he stated, pointing to the spot before crossing his arms. “Besides, I might surprise you, but this has nothing to do with Chougi, you know? I’m not comparing you with him.”

“Huh…?” gasped Yamanbagiri, surprise and confusion evident in his turquoise eyes.

“What an idea. So, won’t you let me wash this cloth?”

“It's fine! I'm fine like this!”

His tsukumogami’s stubbornness started to exasperate him slightly, his lips twisting into an annoyed pout as a result. Finally losing patience, the boy took a single step to close the distance between them before standing on tiptoe to grab the edges of his hood, bringing their faces so close that their breaths met in an almost intimate gesture.

“Well, that’s a problem,” he argued defensively at first. But, softened by the simultaneously bewildered and embarrassed look of the Touken Danshi, he relented at once. After all, he knew him all too well. “See? Who told you that you were just a copy? In the end, you’re you.”

Rendered speechless, the Uchigatana seemed to lose the words he was never short of when it came to belittling himself. It seemed to him as if time had suspended in the eerily silent stable, and instead of responding straight away, he unexpectedly found himself in a state of deep contemplation, while the Sage’s words resonated within him in a deafening echo.

“Hiding such a pretty sword as you is truly unforgivable.”

“Ah… Uh…” he stammered confusedly before reacting sharply when he realised what his master had just uttered. Troubled by their unusual proximity, he thus backed away so hastily that his cloak slipped off his shoulders; the hood remaining traitorously caught in the Saniwa’s fingers, who widened his eyes in surprise at the incongruous movement. “Don’t call me pretty!”

“My, aren’t you funny…”

“What on earth were you thinking!?” the blond Kunihiro snarled, concealing his reddened face in his hands.

“So sorry,” the cherry-haired boy simply replied, sounding anything but sincere. Then, smiling kindly, he removed his own white-orangey cape and tied it around his Toudan’s neck before pulling the hood over his head. “Until I'm done washing your cloth, you can borrow mine.”

It smells sweet… Yamanbagiri noted, feeling intoxicated as the fabric brushed against his skin in an unintentional caress.

“Is that all right with you?”

“Y–Yes.”

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