#riverroad

[chuckpatch]

Oak Alley, 1986

[cultvault]

Ep. 236 out now - River Road Fellowship. @thesurvivorexperience talks about her life growing up in Victor Barnard’s “River Road Fellowship”. When Victor Barnard believed he could run his own ministry better, he left The Way International to set up his own church. Finally, he settled his group in a place that would become known as the River Road Fellowship. It was within this community that Barnard would exploit his religious position, his access to vulnerable women and children and his status as leader of the group. Barnard was sentenced to 30 years in prison on charges including sexual abuse after several women came forward to tell their stories of abuse and coercion. Listen to Christa tell the story of River Road, Victor Barnard, her family’s involvement and how she was able to escape. Pic 1 - Christa pictured with Barnard Pic 2 - Christa in conversation with Barnard Pic 3 - Barnard with a group of “Maiden’s” Pic 4 - Barnard leading a sermon #cult #cults #cultleader #theway #thewayinternational #riverroad #riverroadfellowship #victorbarnard #culteducation #cultabuse #cultsurvivors #cultsurvivor #religiousabuse #religiousabusesurvivor #spiritualabuse #spiritualtrauma #truecrime #truecrimecommunity #truecrimepodcast #truecrimestories #cultpodcast #podcastinterview #podcasthost https://www.instagram.com/p/CppckyhI-W6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mthofferings2023]

Kota RiverRoad

See Kota RiverRoad’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Twitter: KotaRiverRoad Tumblr: unstable-river

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Will create works that contain: Pretty much open to a lot of stuff! In any case, ask me to make sure! Ok with nsfw too.

Will not create works that contain: Major character death, sexual gore or snuff, filth bathroom kinks, unhappy ending/hurt no comfort.

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Auction ID: 1112

Will create works for the following relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - Any Universe Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Frank Castle/Matt Murdock - Any Universe Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - Any Universe Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson - Any Universe

Work Description: I am offering to create a digital illustration the size of DIN A4 (300ppi). The ship can be romantic or platonic, it’s up to you. It's also possible to only draw one single character if you want! Contact me if anything is unclear or you have questions! Bidding sketch goals: (Be it head shot or full body, with props or without props, SFW or NSFW, 2 people max) Under 20 USD >> Sketch Above 20 USD >> coloured sketch Above 50 USD >> full illustration To see what my work looks like, please visit the links listed above. Tags are just a possibility but not a must! To draw ideas from so to say.

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[nerissand]

River Roads

River Roads loomed on the horizon, a gorgeous theoretical, or an ominous thundercloud of potential misery. Here’s the strange thing about me: I can completely forget I’m a musician until I arrive at the gig. It’s as though that part of me is a set of clothes for another season, kept in a moth-proof box in the attic, out of mind until the weather changes. Lately, I’ve spent my days immersed in my…

[transistorpoweredheart-zine]

We still have COMMISSION SLOTS LEFT!

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[deathmybride]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ these violent delights | davos blackwood (part 7) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ❤️‍🔥| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 ❤️‍🔥

ship: davos blackwood x fem!oc

warnings: none really, but it is angsty

summary: cersha and davos arrive at riverrun to treat with oscar tully

word count: 1935

a/n: very oscar-centred part so I hope you enjoy seeing everyone's favourite little boy :)

The Great Hall seemed larger than either Cersha or Davos remembered, though Riverrun could be considered a diminutive castle. The guards had met them with suspicion at the gate, and it had taken much pleading for them to grant the pair an audience with Oscar, though it seemed from the snide looks from guards and courtiers alike that their status as nobility was not believed. They were stripped immediately of their meagre possessions and told they were to be held until the lord regent approved their return. The palfreys were confiscated and lead to the stables, bickering all the while. Davos had the impulse to confront the guards for their injustice, but found his well of ardour had run dry, so in defeat he was silent.

They had been travelling for days, and the journey across the bridge and through the winding battlements sapped their remaining energy; Davos in particular limped heavily, though he bristled still at the the dirty looks thrown their way. His stitches had burst after the fight with the Night’s Watchman and the wound reopened, still weeping blood from time to time through the day. Cersha supported him around the waist, just as she had on that dawn that felt a year ago and yesterday. The thought occurred to him that he ought to be embarrassed of his weakness before the eyes of those guards and courtiers, but he was exhausted and the feel of her pressed against his side was too great a comfort to forgo.

So that is how they found themselves in the Great Hall, shrunken and dirty before the grey stone walls dripping with opulent blue and red heraldry. The place was empty but for the figure of a boy who stood and faced them, hands folded behind his straight back, feet planted just so, hair combed in perfect auburn curls. It was the eyes that gave him away; glassy blue-green and sunken in, hung with dark half-moons. It took barely a moment for his facade of formality to crack and he rushed forward to embrace the girl, caring nothing for the dirt and wild still clinging to her.

“Osc,” She whispered to the crook of his neck.

“You’re alive.” He tangled his hand in the loose braid of her hair. “Thank the gods you’re alive.”

They held one another for a long moment in silent reverie before Davos roughly cleared his throat behind them.

“Ah.” She said as they broke apart. “My lord, this is Ser Davy of Briarwhite, a hedge knight who came into our service shortly before the battle for the boundary stones. He chastely swore himself as my protector and helped me escape before the Blackwoods took Stone Hedge. I owe him my life.”

“Ser,” Oscar stepped forward and stiffly shook his hand. “Your bravery will not be forgotten. As her sworn protector you are most welcome to any hospitality Riverrun might award to Lady Bracken, and I will see to it that you are properly rewarded for your service.”

“Thank you.” He muttered, flushing.

“There is blood on your hands.” He took gentle hold of Cersha and looked her over. “And on your gown, I see. How did this happen?”

“A sworn brother of the Night’s Watch lies dead in the wood just south of the Riverroad.” Davos cut in before Cersha could recite her ruse. “He tried to rape my lady, so I killed him. It happened as the sun set last evening. I can take you to his body on the morrow. What you do with me in punishment, I don’t care.”

He shook his head a little as he spoke, a defiant half-smile fighting to show on his face. Oscar’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he turned to Cersha, still holding her gently by the elbows as if she were as breakable as a bird.

“Is this the truth, my lady?”

“Aye.” Her eyes met with Davos’ and saw them as dark pools, simmering with feeling and thought untold.

Oscar bowed his head, a weak scoff escaping his lips. He put his hand to her cheek and kissed her hair, unable to speak on the subject any further lest he burst with rage. He swallowed the tremor in his voice before he spoke again.

“I see. Would you like to wash and rest?”

“I hoped you might walk me to the sept, though my knight would like some respite, I’d wager.”

Davos’ eyes flared defiantly and it seemed to Cersha that he might protest, but as she shot him a pleading look, he swallowed the rebuke.

“Ser Cleos,” Oscar addressed the guard who remained at the entrance. “Please escort Ser Davy to one of the spare chambers in the east wing. See to it he has hot water for a bath, and send for Maester Osferth to treat his wounds. Bring him food, garb, whatever he should like.” He cast a look to Cersha, an expression almost like regret softened his face. “And have the maids prepare the adjacent chambers for Lady Bracken.”

The knight stepped up and offered his arm to Davos, who glared at it for a moment in disbelief, then set his teeth and turned away from it.

“I walk just fine unaided, thank you, Ser.”

He turned and limped away, the knight watching him closely with an almost fatherly concern. Cersha’s gaze did not leave him until he disappeared around the corner, and lingered where she caught the last glimpse of him, only breaking her stare when Oscar’s hand found her shoulder. She let him link his arm with hers and guide her away, through the hall to the Godswood.

“You’ve grown so tall.” In the storm of her thoughts, it was the only one she could grasp.

“A lot can change in a year, my lady.” She did not miss the pride on the young lord’s face.

“Has it really been so long? I’m sorry I could not attend the last assize; my father thought it an insult to seat me in your midst after so harshly rejecting our betrothal.”

“Cedric Bracken at last unswayed by his wild northern daughter?” He teased. “I never thought the day would come.”

“Hush you. Asides, he was trying to appease Uncle Amos. He was the one who proposed our union after all.”

“True.”

A strange silence settled on them as they stepped into the Godswood. Sunflowers, roses, and daffodils bent their faces to watch them as they passed, though the red weeping weirwood seemed the only thing in the wood that truly saw them. It seemed to Cersha that there was something simmering unsaid, and that soon it would boil over and Oscar would be unable to keep his thoughts to himself.

“I see you have at last found a man worthy of your heart.”

“Ser Davy swore himself chastely-”

“Ser Davos-” He corrected with a pointed look, making her flush in panic. “-Blackwood is incapable of chastity. I am chaste.”

“Osc.” She sighed, her heart aching. “Please don’t tell me you’re still upset about this. A childhood fancy is nothing to build a marriage upon.”

“An unrequited fancy, you so tactfully omit.”

“I’m sorry.” She turned and tried to pull him into a comforting embrace, but he shook her off testily, untangling their linked arms. “What will you do to him?”

“No harm will befall him,” He sighed. “I assure you this. Though I will meet with him on the morrow. There is much to be discussed.”

“Such as?”

He shot her a look of exasperation that served to silence her, and they walked on.

“How did you recognise him anyway?” She queried in an attempt to break the tension. “He told me he was the grandson of lord Samwell’s uncle. Surely not someone you would keep your eyes on.”

“I am familiar with all my grandfather’s vassals and their sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, cousins…” In spite of himself, he cracked a smile. “His scar gave him away. It was Elmo who gave it to him after all.”

“Elmo?” She wondered aloud at the mention of his late elder brother, that familiar ache of grief bubbling in her chest.

“At the tourney for my tenth nameday. Should my memory serve, you were indisposed at Harrenhall, plotting your escape from one of Ser Simon’s gormless progeny. They were engaged in single combat by sword, it turned ugly and they came to blows. Elmo struck him and broke his nose, Davos broke his collarbone, and they had to be dragged apart. I never forgot his face.”

“I must admit, Davos appears to harbour a temper.”

“Just like Elmo. However you came to be in his company must be quite the story, however I cannot say that I’m surprised. You loved Elmo for his fire.”

“You knew?”

“I saw it writ plain on your face, as plain as your love for Davos is writ across it now.”

“I always thought I was such a good liar…”

“Not to me.” A faint smile broke through the sorrow on his face.

“But I convinced the Piper boy that I could transform into a she-bear.”

He shook his head in silent laughter.

“Did you ever think that he did not believe you a skin-changer, but instead feared the lengths you would go to to be rid of him? Elmo feared you for the opposite reason. The lengths you would go to to be with him terrified him. He was never one for commitment.”

“I never knew…”

She thought back to him, to those blue river eyes that flickered to-and-fro whenever they met with hers, to that red tinge that took over his skin whenever she was near. Love, she had thought, but fear was as likely a culprit. She had always thought he avoided her to spare them both the pain when his marriage finally came to pass, and that he delayed and delayed the ceremony so one day he might break it for her. It was folly. All folly, yet now she didn’t care. After all, a childhood fancy is no basis for a marriage, least of all an unrequited one.

“I’m sorry.” Oscar flushed. “In my jealousy I speak ill of the dead. I should let him rest, let you rest.”

“I live still.”

“And yet you are a ghost that passes through mine hands. Were I but a few years older, I would have made you a fine husband.” His eyes flashed with defiance. “There is fire in me as much as that Blackwood, as much as my brother. Now to see you, to see Davos and that scar… I am haunted. That mark across his nose and the love you hold for him are some of the last things that remain of Elmo.”

“Osc…” She took his hands- they were bigger than she remembered- and laced their fingers together. “My sweet boy, you are far too young to have lost so much.”

He looked down at her, blue-green eyes bursting at the banks.

“You are chief amongst them.”

“Oscar-”

“Please, my lady.” He freed one hand and rested it upon her cheek. She did not pull away. “Just let me hold you for a moment, before I lose you forever.”

She let him fold her into his embrace, let his hands linger where they would, one on the small of her back and the other buried in her hair, let him rest his cheek atop her head. She held him tight and bit her tongue against the tears as she realised this friend, this constant from her childhood was slipping away like a trout through a fisher’s fingers.

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[askroahmmythril]

Yes, Ditl3 has been resumed as a person dubbed Lejes Rimul took it from riverroad after the latter left the Mega Man Fandom. Also I am curious if you know about "X: Corrupted" ?

I have seen in you that despite you not liking X, you still know a lot about it. And I believe that is the sign that you're very open minded.

Indeed, I have heard about X: Corrupted. From what I gather, it's been in development for a very long time.

[mmoore246-003]

Blog Post 2

This week marked the start of Project 1, which is focused on orchestrating a remarkable music festival. To set the creative tone, our initial step involved crafting a captivating mood board that visually articulated our vision. My emphasis leaned towards warm tones, creating a palette that radiates comfort, and inclusivity, with a singular vibrant hue commanding attention. Delving into the musical aspect, I selected folk-pop as the genre, envisioning it as the perfect soundtrack for our festival. The chosen locale, Savannah, Georgia, inspired this musical journey. Known as "the Hostess City," Savannah exudes warmth and hospitality, making warm colors a natural choice to convey a homey and inviting ambiance. The festival, aptly named "RiverRoads," draws its inspiration from Savannah's geographical charm. Situated along the river, the city's prominent River Street serves as a muse. The choice of "roads" in the name pays homage to the iconic River Street, adorned with a tapestry of shops, historic landmarks, and a picturesque view of the flowing river. "RiverRoads" captures not only the essence of our music festival but also the spirit of Savannah itself.

During our class sessions, we immersed ourselves in a series of enlightening tutorials led by renowned creatives, James Victore and Aaron Draplin, unveiling the intricate process of logo design. Their insightful videos conveyed a powerful message - the genesis of a brilliant idea is merely a few minutes away. Armed with only a marker or pencil, tracing paper, and a sketchbook, we delved into the realm of creativity. The instructors emphasized the efficiency of this minimalist toolkit in fostering innovative logo concepts. The key was to utilize tracing paper, allowing the exploration of diverse possibilities for the logo. Inspired by their guidance, I embarked on the journey of crafting my logo, which are seen below. 

[journalappalachia]

October 21, 2021. “Autumn on Pageton River Road”. #autumn #pageton #riverroad #mcdowellcounty #wv #mcdowellcountywv #appalachia #coal #coalcommunity (at Pageton, West Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVVKyP-FSrW/?utm_medium=tumblr

[jcdeldf]

Missing River Road Vibes. #riverroad #wilierusa #cyclonebicycle #roadbike (at River Road Edgewater) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUaIUMNgifU/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[railwayhistorical]

Traverse City Turn, Part Four of Five

The TC Turn is now alongside River Road well south of Traverse City. Needless to say, I’m quickly running out of light, bumping up my ISO as I wait standing in a foot or more of snow.

Three images by Richard Koenig; taken February 23rd 2021.

[sonnydaysahead]

Drove along the River Road to see the fall colors. I’ve lived here for years, drove along this road countless times... Breathtaking every single time.