#the villagers

[cryptic-mutterings]

The villagers begged me to stop enchanting the forest. “It’s already dangerous enough!” they said.

Sometimes I feel like they don’t know me at all.

[grrrenadine]

Now the carnival has ended Let's set the tigers free

The Villagers, "Set the Tigers Free"

[grokebaby]

I really wanted to specifically talk about a certain demon character who's a Guard at Nan's village, bc I like his name alot. It's ofc in finnish so. I'll have to do some explaining but I just find it so cool

Here's our guy. Velvety smooth black fur. Mane. Can walk quadruped if he wants. His scars also glow white faintly the same as his eyes and mouth. His name is Syne

Syne is short for Synkän Yön Kulkija, which roughly translates to "Traveler of the grim night" (or dark night). Kulkija is a word that can also be used for when someone is just wandering or roaming but I said "traveler" in the sense that it gives the vibe of someone moving about in the dark of the night. Which is exactly the vibe the name is going for. Someone who knows the dark and nighttime as their home, as their own. It even sounds a bit vague and mysterious, ykno,, "I saw someone wandering in the dead of night", but I wouldn't follow, you'll never know what scares the night will bring.

Anyway I find the name very cool and I really like how it shortens to Syne

[retrogamingblog2]

[maureen2musings]

Hathersage & Shatton, Peak District

peaklass

[theviraltruth]

Soujanya case | The active participation of the villagers

Essential facilities like drinking water and proper sanitation were provided. In most cases sports goods, toys and a good play ground were also added. All this was done with the active participation of the villagers to instill in them a sense of responsibility. 

[holy-mothxr]

Maternal instinct so strong it's destroying the whole world.

[animalcrossingmemes]

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[bc-jpeg]

hot summer game night

[my piece for @boatemvillagezine]

[akanemnon]

This whole family is friggin weird

[cryptic-mutterings]

I was having one of those days. The kind where the stars blink out for no reason, my cauldron refuses to bubble, and a crow drops a pebble into my tea.

So I turned to my favorite pastime: cursing the local villagers. Nothing major, just a small spell to enchant their bread so that every loaf would turn into a rock the moment it was sliced. Not my most advanced work. Harmless chaos, really, but the confusion would be entertaining.

When I strolled into the village to admire my handiwork, everything was as expected. The villagers were in chaos: trading blame, wringing their hands, pleading with their gods. It was delightful.

But then something caught my eyes. A broad smile worn by a child sitting cross-legged in the square. Blonde hair tangled with wildflowers, string in hand, tying it carefully around one of the cursed bread rocks.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, my cloak billowing ominously.

She looked up, completely unbothered. “Making a pet rock,” she said, holding it up for me to see. It had a crude smile drawn on it in charcoal. “His name is Sir Crumbles. Isn’t he cute?”

I blinked. “It’s cursed bread.”

“No, it’s Sir Crumbles,” she replied, perfectly cheerful.

“The bread is cursed,” I repeated slowly, “so it cannot crumble.”

“Do you want to hold him?” She extended the bread rock toward me like it was some rare treasure. I stared at her, utterly baffled. No fear. No tears. Just a smiling child offering me a rock that used to be a loaf of bread.

“No,” I said finally, with as much dignity as I could muster, wishing I had enchanted my cloak to billow even more ominously.

“Okay!” she chirped, cradling the rock like a beloved kitten.

I turned on my heel and marched away. This nonsense wasn’t worth my time. Behind me, a small voice rang out: “Bye, Mr. Wizard!”

Back at my tower, I sat in silence, glowering into the fire. The villagers had panicked, the curse had worked perfectly, and yet…

Sir Crumbles?

My mood is darker than ever.

[cottageaesthetic]

[grokebaby]

So for those who were curious about the briefly mentioned rooster dilf

This is Kukkulan kuningas ("King of the hill"), but just Kuku for short. He keeps a small chicken farm with his girl-son. He's an older gent but came around only recently due to the fact that he was born an ordinary, non sentient rooster. His daughter was the sole worker on their farm before this and wished for more family (and help) to have around, so he was transformed into a devil as well.

It's difficult to adapt to suddenly being. A person. So he got into various situations and hijinks around the village, which Syne as the guard had to come mediate fairly often. Kuku means well, but the village (or the rest of the world) doesn't work on chicken coup rules. It's widely agreed that it's not a good idea to Turn older critters (they call it "Giving them a mind") due to problems with adjustment, but fortunately, he does just fine with his daughter around their ranch, and he's really, really trying his damnest.

Syne for one has been taken aback by 1. Kuku's sheer physical strength compared to him (they've thrown hands more than once) and 2. His continuous tenacity in Trying Again. And.... 3. His rugged handsomeness and idiot charms

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

snuggling in the sun...