#windermere-plains

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I thought that this Windermere, FL home was built around the 1920s, but it says 2006. Apparently, the architect, Mark Nasrallah, is known for Art Deco style. The 5bd, 9ba mansion, called "Overjoy," has been on the market for 551 days. Asking price: $11.955M + $400mo. HOA. Take a look. I think it's beautiful.

Marble floors, and the house gets tons of natural light.

Not that you really need a fireplace in Florida, but it looks pretty, especially with the blue surround.

The living/dining room has a magnificent view of the pool and Lake Butler.

The pool has a waterfall that you can enjoy while you're in the jacuzzi.

They placed the dining table here, but it's not particularly close to the kitchen. (Not that they care about how far the staff has to walk.)

Next to the living/dining area is a smaller dining area and a family room.

I'm so fascinated by hidden kitchens. Very rich people must hate cooking so much, they hide the kitchen.

I like the peachy color of it, though. When you put Swarovski crystal insets, and no exhaust hood, over the cooktop, you're not the one who cleans the kitchen.

I'm guessing the double doors on the left are the fridges.

The primary bedroom suite has marble flooring, a view of, and access to, the pool.

It has a sitting room right in front of the pool and doors to the patio.

Bathroom with a sunken jetted tub and fireplace.

And, 2 closet/dressing rooms.

Then, this is the spa room for the massage table.

The home theater looks plain, but it has sueded walls and a Kaleidescape media system.

Kitchenette off the theater.

Behind the purple couch in this sitting area there's the floating glass 4 person elevator that goes up to the 3rd level.

The primary bedroom is on the main floor, but the other suites are on the upper levels.

Covered full outdoor kitchen with a door to completely enclose it. (It rains in Florida.)

Covered sitting/dining area with a fireplace and a view of the lake.

Outdoor sitting area and the boat dock.

.93 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/11301-Bridge-House-Rd-Windermere-FL-34786/82084477_zpid/

[townsenddecades]

1322 – Day 4 – Amrhein Hall

It is with some surprise that Elizabeth, Dowager Countess of Petersmarch, and her daughter Gwendolen, Countess of Windermere, receive a late-evening visitor at Amrhein Hall. Gwendolen is herself only visiting her mother, so Elizabeth can spend some time with her youngest grandchildren, Vincent and Viviane.

They are sitting comfortably in the library, playing with Vincent, when their steward announces that the Lady Katheryn has just arrived with a small train of riders and have only marginally recovered from their shock when she walks inside in plain riding clothes, her hood down.

“I’m sorry to intrude like this without warning”, she says, after the greetings are done and they have asked her to sit. “I planned to stay at an inn, but they sadly didn’t have any more rooms.”

“You are leaving Praaven, then?”, Gwendolen asks, still more astonished. “Has this been planned long? This is the first I hear of it.” She keeps a regular correspondence with her sister-in-law, and Mary is usually very fastidious to tell her all that is happening in Praaven.

Katheryn colours a bit. “No, it was more of a…spontaneous decision. I felt I needed a change of air and have written to my parents that I will be visiting them.”

“And my son isn’t accompanying you?”, Elizabeth asks, suspicions already forming.

“He didn’t know about it when I left. Although I’m fairly certain that he does now.”

That certainly explains why she is travelling with only a few attendants and riding on a horse instead of in a litter. The fact that she has baggage at all speaks to how well she must have planned this, if neither her sons nor Mary know about it. What it doesn’t explain is why.

Gwendolen is just as astonished as she is. “He didn’t know?” she repeats. “You are running away from him?”

“Not running away.” She shakes her head. “I merely need some time away from Praaven to think, and I didn’t want him to stop me.”

“Why would he want to keep you from visiting your parents?”

The young woman pauses at that and lowers her gaze. When she speaks, her voice is quiet. “Because he is bound to find out soon that I am with child, and I wanted to avoid that.”

Both women stare at her, struck speechless. They have been hoping for years that either Ralph or Clement would produce an heir, and now Clement’s wife is sitting here, telling them that she is fleeing to her parents precisely because that is a possibility. It is bizarre. If she can produce a son, Katheryn’s position in Praaven will be better than ever.

To Elizabeth, that only leaves one conclusion. “Have you been sharing another man’s bed?”, she asks imperiously.

“No!”, Katheryn replies forcefully. “It is his, and I am offended you implied anything else. That is precisely the problem.”

“I’m not sure I follow”, Elizabeth replies. The woman’s indignation, at least, seems genuine. “If it is my son’s child, you have nothing to fear, at least not from him. Why leave?”

“Because, and I don’t want to offend you, he is cold and callous, and I don’t want to know what influence he would have on my child it were a son. My marriage is unhappy enough. I don’t think I can bear bringing a child into it.”

Elizabeths sighs, cursing young women and their fancies. It’s not that she can’t understand her; her marriage to her husband, now dead nigh on twenty years, had not exactly been unhappy, but Ralph had had his callous moments. She still resents that both he and their eldest parade the bastard he had fathered on that peasant in the castle with no regard to her sensibilities. But she also knows that that is simply the lot of women in their position.

“It is your duty as a wife to bear him children”, she says simply. “I don’t know your father well, but I assume that sooner or later, he will send you back to him. Especially if you have a son.”

“Perhaps”, Katheryn replies. “But it will give me some distance and time to think. At least if you don’t stop me from leaving.”

“I won’t”, Elizabeth says. “But I doubt fleeing will do you any good, my dear.”

Gwendolen, who takes her son in her arms while her mother and Lady Katheryn move aside to discuss particulars, is merely glad that her own marriage, while not perfect, is far happier than that. She can’t imagine feeling forced to flee her husband at the mere thought of him influencing their children.

She feels pity for her sister-in-law, if nothing else, and hugs Vincent tight.

Prev: 1322, Day 4, Part 2/3 <--> Next: 1322 Statistic

WATCHER’S COMMENTARY:

If anyone is curious what the Story Progression event that prompted this was: I got a notification that Katheryn had moved out of her and Clement’s household into a peasant home. I decided to nix that and undo their divorce but integrate her running away into the story.  

[dubljarnasims]

Lowell Jasaitis

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Lowell is the twin brother of Tucson. Their mom died when they were toddlers and they grew up close to their stepmom, Quartz. Lowell and Tucson were close as children but their relationship became strained as adults, with Lowell marrying a vampire and Tucson marrying a werewolf.

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Parents: Aspen Fontaine & Viktoras Jasaitis Sibling(s): Bisbee Jasaitis, Tucson Jasaitis (Lowell's twin); Avra Jasaitis (twin), Valley Jasaitis (twin) Partner(s): Fallon Windermere

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Clothing/Accessories:

Glasses - Gigglecoffin | Myo glasses

Pants - Rona | Trackdown cargo pants

Shoes - Darte77 | High top sneakers

Socks - Sforzinda | Lou socks v3 calf plain

Top - Dro | Swish! top

Turtleneck - Sforzinda | Mariner plain full turtleneck

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Beard - Pralinesims | N43 peter

Blush - Northern Siberia Winds | Blush N7

Body Hair - Luumia | Body hair v5 plus

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Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n49

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Eyeliner - ddarkstonee x Obscurus | Lower eyelids

Eyeshadow - Obscurus | Eyelids n3

Hair - JohnnySims | Carlos

Lips - RemusSirion | N291 polyclonal

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[greeshmaglobo]

Munnar Travel Guide Serene Spots for a Peaceful Holiday

Munnar, a charming hill station nestled in the Western Ghats of Kerala, India, is famous for its verdant greenery, misty hills, and peaceful atmosphere. It is a paradise for nature enthusiasts and those seeking solace in serene surroundings. If you are planning a serene vacation in Munnar, exploring its tranquil spots is a must. So, pack your bags, leave behind the hustle and bustle of city life, and embark on a journey to Munnar to experience tranquility like never before.

Situated approximately 13 kilometers away from Munnar town, Mattupetty Dam offers awe-inspiring views of the surrounding hills and valleys. The calm ambiance, combined with the serene waters of the dam, makes it an ideal destination for a peaceful getaway. You can take a leisurely stroll along the dam, enjoy a boat ride on the lake, or simply relax and appreciate the beauty of nature. Echo Point, located on the banks of the serene Kundala Lake, is another must-visit place in Munnar. As the name suggests, this spot is renowned for its natural echo phenomenon. Visitors can shout out their names and hear them reverberate across the hills. The tranquil surroundings and panoramic views make Echo Point a perfect spot for spending quiet moments amidst nature.

Munnar is famous for its vast tea plantations that adorn the hillsides with vibrant shades of green. Taking a leisurely walk through these tea gardens not only offers breathtaking views but also allows you to immerse yourself in the tranquility of nature. The cool breeze, melodious chirping of birds, and the aroma of fresh tea leaves create a serene ambiance that is perfect for relaxation. Perched at an altitude of around 1,700 meters above sea level, Top Station provides mesmerizing views of the Western Ghats and the plains of Tamil Nadu. The mist-covered hills, lush green valleys, and expansive tea plantations create a peaceful setting that is ideal for a tranquil holiday. Witnessing the sunrise or sunset from Top Station is an experience that will leave a lasting impression on your mind.

Munnar, Attukal Waterfalls beckons those in search of tranquility. The gentle sounds of cascading water provide a soothing backdrop for a serene escape from the chaos of urban life. Whether you choose to take a refreshing dip in the cool waters or simply bask in the beauty of nature, this destination offers a peaceful respite. Surrounded by lush hills and dense forests, Kundala Lake is a tranquil oasis in the heart of Munnar. Boating facilities allow visitors to leisurely explore the serene surroundings, while the cool breeze and breathtaking views make it an ideal spot for relaxation and rejuvenation. 

Located just 6 kilometers from Munnar town, Pothamedu Viewpoint offers sweeping vistas of rolling hills, lush valleys, and tea plantations. The serene ambiance, combined with the fresh breeze and abundant greenery, creates the perfect setting for a tranquil getaway. Witnessing the sunrise or sunset from Pothamedu Viewpoint is an unforgettable experience not to be missed. Munnar truly is a haven for those seeking peace amidst the wonders of nature. Windermere Estate offers the best relaxing and quiet holiday destination in Munnar. Experience exceptional hospitality and tailored service guaranteeing an unforgettable stay. Windermere Estate showcases the splendor of nature, providing a sanctuary for guests in search of tranquility amidst opulence.

[talesofpassingtime]

Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones. 

— Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

[plushfurniture]

What exactly does an ambassador bed mean?

They are the brand-new, opulent beds that at first came with four signs, each of which had a top that was attached to the bed frame. However, the design has been modified to include a sizable upholstered bed with a raised headboard made of plain or plush velvet and matching buttons in a chesterfield style to convey a sense of grandeur and elegance. Many ambassador beds are made of attractive crushed velvet fabric for affluent consumers.

The ambassador bed frame's large length and width the king and super king size bed frames may help it increase the roomy ottoman storage. The ottoman ambassador bed frame designs enhance storage space thanks to a gas lift mechanism.

The ambassador bed with mattress, a style of an upholstered four-poster bed, dates back to the 17th century. They were pampered like kings and queens, given opulent locations to dwell, etc., to win the favor of the affluent and illustrious people of that age. These powerful individuals included traveling diplomats and political figures; one gift given to them was a bed with a huge headboard that was vast in height, length, and width since it helped to symbolize their importance. The ambassador beds began to gain popularity, particularly in Britain, as more and more politicians spread the word about this magnificent and high-quality bed in their nations. It was in this setting that the Ambassador Windermere Bed was created and shot to fame.

Because of their classic designs and ability to transform the bedroom into a lavish luxury suite fit for royalty, these beds have become and have continued to be extremely popular for ages. They can satisfy various other bedroom needs in addition to the necessity for storage thanks to their great length and width. They are conveniently available in single, double, and king-size ambassador beds. They are a desirable alternative for any consumer because they are readily available in a variety of sizes that make them perfect for various mattresses and room kinds.

[moonlitnewromantics]

MOBILE NAVIGATION

Hi guys, @wildmeadowsims / @missultimate99 here, I made this blog as a "What If" sorta thing to show of my OCs the New Romantics. There's a few tags listed below and if you're on PC they should be some cool side blogs!

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phil • dan • rani • hayden • jessalyn • ben • caleb • cas • lei • paige • chris • pam • zane • camille • kate • dyl

IF THE NEW ROMANTICS HAD TUMBLR

phil: retro-philly • dan: dynile • rani: dazzlingreign • hayden: dennys_dungeon • jessalyn: brokenmoon • benjamin: benjithewhoman • caleb: calebsfinalfantasy • cas: castingcaster • lei: twilightdancer • paige: peachypoppy • chris: chris-stole-math • pam: pamthebarbiegirl • zane: not_a_virus • camille: eveofcamille • kate: windermere-plains • dyl: dynosaw

MISC

“the hottest of hot messes” nr gc📱 • general new romantics 🔥 • tiktoks/videos 📹 • pictures 📷

NR DUOS

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[gillian-greenwood]

My Episode 7 Predictions!

Mother of God! How have these weeks passed by so fast?! I've decided to share what I think will be answered tomorrow night and some of the fates of our beloved characters! The series has gotten off to an even bigger success than it's predecessor and EVERYONE'S talking about it! Without further ado, let's see what I'm predicting!

Who's H/fourth man (or woman) and will we find out?

The question that's on the nation's minds. That has been boggling us since 2017... My personal prediction still stands as CC Philip Osborne, however... I think he's purely sitting on his arse and pulling the strings, whilst others are doing his dirty work. Those people are Patricia Carmichael: who in all honesty I'm manifesting isn't actually bent but is so career driven and a bit of a lick arse that she's just taking orders and not questioning anything, plus she doesn't think much of Ted either... I have joked that she's been shagging Osborne on the side which would be quite funny. I also believe Buckells has been Osborne's true scape goat for years. Someone as laid-back and unpassionate as Buckells is easily manipulated - I mean how the hell has he become a super? As Steve rightfully says, he couldn't order a piss up in a brewery. Seeing the connections go well back into the early noughties whilst Buckells was part of an oasis tribute band, it's an easy conclusion to make. Lastly I will mention Thurwell, now I think Thurwell may have been more involved on his own doing anyway but I think he'd still been pretty busy doing things on behalf of Osborne up until his alleged death in sunny Spain (Belfast but shh). I know a lot of people still think Buckells, some reckon pas-agg Pat is the top woman... and a few still think our beloved Kate is 'H'.

Now the other part of my point is actually finding out... I think us as viewers will certainly know the identity of this mysterious individual. But, I think we'll find out in the very last few seconds and poor AC12 won't be any the wiser which will open up the foundations for a possible series 7. I think a lot of things will be answered for us viewers but not everything for the characters. I know that if they had a series 7 there would be an other primary focus but I just think it would be clever. Just like how we found out as viewers at the end of series 1 that Dot was a wrong'un.

Is Thurwell really dead?

I'm still very amazed by the whole induction of Jimmy Nesbitt as a series of photos. I know we were supposed to have a secretive guest actor appearance and I believe it was Robert Carlyle's name floating about which would have been insane! But that moment we saw Jimmy, I yelled at the screen. So, this answers the question of seeing a character that had only been mentioned previously - which has been very much hiding in plain sight. Even with a rewatch, I had forgotten about Thurwell and therefore hadn't even considered him. But, I did mention the list from series 3 which did loosely tie in. Anyway, when we learned that Thurwell and his Mrs were now dead and clearly had been for a while - it was cleverly shot so we didn't see who it was, only the Spanish Police's word. You know, I think if we were to get a series 7, Thurwell could appear and he's in fact not dead. It's very rare you get a very well known actor in for something so small without it leading to bigger things. Although, they got Andi Osho, a very much loved comedian in purely for archival photos and videos... I do feel that Thurwell could have easily been on the other end of the fake MSN, and doing Osborne's dirty work - especially with the Spanish connection. In a BTS photo we have seen a clue to a piece of paperwork regarding a time share (Spain mentioned) in front of Kate which will likely have a connection to Thurwell and Spain. I think he's possibly still alive but we'll see...

Joanne Davidson

Kelly Macdonald has been welcomed with a very warm reception. Wow, her connection to Tommy Hunter (albeit disturbing, homozygous DNA... nasty business) was not something I ever expected although I guessed very much so when we learned of the DNA match with a nominal. Would I define her as bent? I mean in layman's terms, yes she is. However each guest star has had a very complicated relationship with the definition - all have done dodgy things and usually for good reason... But I do sympathise with her because of her background, born into trouble, it was very hard to escape - even if her mum took her to Scotland for a life away from it all. From the very start of her career she was doing the OCG's bidding and it transpires she was in the police on Tommy's orders - so very much another caddy. I do feel Jo had always wanted to be a good person and do right and in some ways she did - however she's in too deep. Next I'll mention her relationship with Kate and it's something I'd never have predicted. A lot of suggestive and sapphic behaviour from the off. Now, I do think Jo cares deeply for Kate and has developed strong feelings - and I think Kate deep down has also but I don't think anything will happen sadly. And that's more for the fact that they had run out of track before they could even get going as so much has happened. Kate's gonna save Jo when her transport gets ambushed, that's a given... but I don't think we'll see anything happen that we want to happen. I hope I'm very wrong and we get something but with the hour we've got I don't think it'll be the case. And as for her fate? I think she'll survive. Guest leads usually die, eventually... with the exception of Roz who's serving time with one arm in Brentiss. Giving how unfortunate her life has been from her conception, I think it'll do her justice to escape with her life. Witness protection? Hmm perhaps... Although I think she's done enough dodgy stuff to warrant a prison stretch. Will she be instrumental in revealing who the fourth dot is? Well yeah actually, I think she grew up thinking Thurwell was her dad... and of course having connections to both Osborne and Buckells. Jo joined the force just before the turn of the millennium so would have been a copper when the Lawrence Christopher case occurred in 2003. Even though not directly working with them, I'm sure she knew what was going on and would have come across Osborne and Buckells at that time. I have a strong inkling that she knows exactly who she's been talking to and has been under their wing since the start. If she dies I will be gutted.

Kate

Where are we going with Kate? Well she's just killed Ryan (lawfully) and has gotten away with it. But Carmichael isn't thick... and nor is Steve and Ted. They all know but I think that'll be that for now. For ages I thought she was gonna D word but I think she's gonna be alright now. I hope that somehow she gets back into anti-corruption permanently because that's where she's best suited. I'm shocked that she hasn't had a glass box spectacular - my predictions for her to be accused of being bent and all that were way off the mark... and not a single mention of the two dying declarations... With only an hour tomorrow and so much to deal with, I guess that's not going to be mentioned. And Kate ain't gonna be sanctioned either. But, there's always opportunity with a series 7... She'll definitely be back in AC12, interviewing... I can't see all the BTS photos being Jed Herrings. But we'll see tomorrow!

Steve

Poor Steve eh? He's not had an easy time of it. Addicted to painkillers as I rightfully predicted, unable to trust his gaffer, torn on a transfer and a up and down friendship with his 'mate'. Oh and the car, actually let's not talk about the Mazda... Anyhow I believe that Steve will talk about his back and recent struggles with meds after a lot of emails from occupational health. Will he get pulled off the job at the last second because he didn't book an appointment... yeah I think that might happen and Kate takes his place or something. But there is a counsellor or something credited so I'm pretty certain on that. Will he lose his long overdue promotion? It's possible! I don't think the test was going to come back as a fail but more of a cause for concern - just that the levels of codeine etc in his system was higher than it should and it would be best advised to talk to someone. We haven't seen much pill taking going on since the drugs test so has Steve been going cold turkey? Or have they just veered away from that part of the story? In all fairness he's appeared fine with his back since the Windermere convoy - he ran across an industrial estate... I mean. I hope Steve gets a glimmer of hope and happiness because he rightfully deserves it. Ever since the start he's had his fair sharing of aggro and he deserves a break. I do think however he may be partly responsible for nailing the final nails into Ted's coffin - especially after he discovered the 50K up Merseyside and the truth from Lee Banks. I think he could be potentially happy with Steph, it would be nice for something to happen with them but we'll see. Steve needs a big hug.

Ted

This is going to pain me saying it. But, I don't think Ted is going to make it to the end. His retirement is inevitable. I can see the argument of the retirement being rescinded if they unmask the fourth dot etc and solve stuff but realistically, he's past retirement age. He's so focused on getting to the end of this marathon that I don't think he will see it through and know who it is - because he'll... yeah I don't need to say it. How? I've been saying his heart is gonna pack in. He's going to be in deep trouble over that 50k because Steve and Kate know the truth. But why would the likes of Carmichael find out... Well we've seen a clue of 'definate' on some paperwork - I reckon Ted by coincidence also makes this spelling mistake often as it is one of the most commonly misspelt words and therefore will be in the 'H' running again - he wont be 'H' as I reckon Osborne makes the same mistake... He alleges he misspelt it cos he studied the texts carefully but I think he spelt it how he usually would. They'll all go down the wrong path and accuse him which will lead to his ultimate downfall. Another little teaser is Steve appearing to listen to Ted's 2019 glass box spectacular however notably Carmichael says AC12 interview and not AC3... so mixing two different interviews to tease us? Maybe Ted might feel he has no choice but to sacrifice his career for the truth. However it all gets too much. Lies cost lives... I can't see Ted going on from beyond here and Ted was always supposed to be a minor character until he was very well received by the audience and he was made a main character. Realistically, his story is told and he's at his endgame. I hope he survives, by god I do... He's one of the most loved fictional characters at present. But I have a really bad feeling and I'm worried! It seems a total Jed thing to do for Ted to meet his end without ever finding the truth... seeing that's what his heart has been set on for about four years... I'm sorry to even be going there but it's what I think will happen. And I want to be wrong.

Miscellaneous Predictions

I want to round this all off with other little points. Carmichael won't be bent, maybe still involved with anti-corruption, you love to hate her, there's so much more they could do with her character. I don't think Steph's dodgy at all, she's just a widow whose been helped out by Ted in an unlawful way. I think her and Steve would be well suited. I hope Chloe will get to the end and continue on in anti-corruption, she's got a lot of potential. If Osborne isn't sussed, I reckon he'll still be CC. DCC Wise isn't bent either, just getting on with her job. But if Osborne does get caught and I'm wrong, there will be a lot of chaos for both him and Wise. Farida gets out of jail and starts afresh. Buckells I reckon will get out but won't be apart of the police force anymore. Lomax isn't bent, just a regular cop trying to get the work done. The rest of Jackie's remains will be found under the workshop floor, maybe with someone else? God knows who. Or maybe with some evidence that helps lead AC12 on the right track. Steve will still be an officer and Kate will be back where she belongs. There's probably more but my head hurts.

Will there be a series 7?

Yes.

Thank you all for reading my jumbled thoughts all packed into a text post. I'm nervous but excited for tomorrow night's finale. Let's see if I get anything right... probably not...

[swiftieoverfifty]

Happy 31 birthday to my favorite, @taylorswift ! i love sleuthing around with my Swifties . We are predicting a TRILOGY with the next album called Woodvale. Here are the clues: Woodvale is hidden in plain sight on the folklore deluxe album hide and seek edition, there are three scrunches in the merch store but only 2 candles currently avail (the blue isn't available), folklore had one bonus track, evermore has two bonus tracks...maybe woodvale has three bonus tracks.? AND the new evermore merch comes with THREE confetti symbols( stars, leaf and moon) When folklore merch shipped there were only stars in the package ⭐️ "you drew stars around my scars" I think evermore may be the moon 🌙 symbol because is the moon as the willow mv is all at night and there is a moon shot in the mv, woodvale could be the leaf 🍃 confetti symbol. woodvale is an actual property in an area of the lakes district near Windermere! It sold on august 13th!!Taylor keeps caking folklore and evermore sister albums and the Haim band has 3 sisters. There are 3 different colors of cardigans in the merch store!Taylor tweets about evermore the story "continues" At the end of the willow mv she's wearing BLUE dress which is the proposed color representing the third album as there is a reddish candle scruchie representing folklore, a green candle and scrunchie representing evermore and then the blue.... the theme of three is seen often (3 dice in a Spotify ad, 3 haim sisters, 3 confetti symbols, 3 color themes in the cardigan mv) Note that in the cardigan video cabin is orange, dreamscape is green and sea shots are blue. These are reaching theories but Taylor loves scrabble and she recently posted "I have no idea what will come next." and the letters in that sentence have Woodvale. Taylor has been leaving three emojis on her recent tweets. And don't forget the love TRIANGLES. I also think I see a three hidden in the trees on one of the photos. Woodvale is coming next! Happy 31st birthday 🎂 love @swiftieoverfifty https://www.instagram.com/p/CIvc3euntjU/?igshid=bwra3hututqe

[jovialyouthmusic]

Past Times

A Period Drama featuring an ancestor of Bastien Lykel 

Elizabeth receives another offer for her hand in marriage after she breaks off her engagement with Duncan

Word Count 3458

A/N you might imagine that there is no hanky panky here in Recency Scotland - so no warnings, but eventually it will be NS*W

2 A New Suitor

The following morning Elizabeth rose, and Jane came to help her dress again. She had chosen her second best dress – not the one she wore for the dinner parties, one that was suitable to be seen out in polite society without being showy. Jane laced her into her bodice, and she thanked fortune that she lived in an age where clothes were a little less restricting. Only a couple of decades ago, well bred ladies wore skirts so wide that it was difficult to move freely through doorways, with huge ornate powdered wigs. Gowns were now made in thinner more delicate material and showed off the natural shape of the body, which meant that it was important to wear undergarments that preserved a lady’s modesty, with laced bodices, petticoats and long bloomers that largely hid the shape of the wearer’s legs. The bodice did, however, tend to show off the breasts, pushing them up to present a pillowy cleavage. However, Elizabeth’s décolletage was not overly revealing, as befitted a young unmarried woman. Her hair was swept up with ringlets cascading around her face, tendrils of hair escaping to give a more natural look than the wigs that had until recently been in vogue.

That morning, she and her sister had the French master visit. It was an extravagance to teach a foreign language to girls and war with the French loomed on the horizon, but her father thought it showed their gentility. Elizabeth wore a pinafore over her clothes to preserve them should she be untidy with pen and ink, or drop food or drink on her clothes at luncheon.

Truth be told, she had little appetite, and picked at her food at the dinner table.

‘Oh Lizzy.’ said her mother, exasperated ‘Do eat something, you do not want to be eating like a stable hand when we serve afternoon tea to the Captain.’ It was considered proper for young well bred ladies to eat sparingly, and Elizabeth sighed.

‘I am not hungry, mother.’ she protested. ‘I confess I feel a little apprehensive for this afternoon.’

‘Tish girl, the Captain would not have asked to visit you if he did not like you.’ she scoffed. ‘You already know what topics of conversation are appropriate, for you have already been courted. I’m sure all will be well.’

Time dragged, and Elizabeth sat in the front parlour and her mother again bid her see to her embroidery, to show off her skills. Her sister was banished to the nursery upstairs, but Elizabeth knew she would most likely be pressed to the railings of the stairwell when her visitor arrived.

Lady Charlotte stood at the window, and exclaimed when a carriage stopped outside the house. She put down her embroidery, artfully putting it on display as if she had casually put it down.

‘He is here – sit, Lizzy, do not appear too eager.’ Elizabeth’s heart fluttered in her ribcage as she waited agonising minutes until she heard a knock at the door, followed by muffled conversation as Walker received the Captain.  He came to the door at last and knocked faintly.

‘What is it, Walker?’ her mother cried out clearly, motioning her daughter to stand as Walker opened it and stood in the doorway. Elizabeth smoothed down her dress and composed herself, mouth dry and stilling her trembling hands. Lady Charlotte’s maid, Betsy, sat quietly in the corner by the window, ready to act as chaperone when her mistress left the room.

‘Begging your pardon, Lady Charlotte, Captain Lykel has come to visit.’

‘Thankyou – send him in please.’ It was only seconds before the Captain stepped in, dressed smartly in black knee height leather boots polished to a shine, breeches tucked in, a blue waistcoat buttoned over his white loose sleeved shirt, a dark blue ruffled cravat at his neck covering a high collar, a short light grey jacket with tails completing his ensemble. He had already taken off his greatcoat and hat and given them to Walker for safekeeping. All were immaculate, clean and crisp, showing off his broad shoulders and lean waist. He bore an elaborate carved white cane to assist him with his injured leg.

His gaze flickered to Elizabeth for a moment before he stepped forward to take her mother’s hand and kiss it.

‘Lady Charlotte, I trust you are well.’ She inclined her head graciously.

‘I am indeed, Captain Lykel, and hope you enjoy good health too.’

‘Thankyou - that I do, Lady Charlotte.’ he replied, let go of her and turned to her daughter.

‘Miss Elizabeth, how pleasant to see you. I fear it has been some while since last I visited.’ She dropped into a deep curtsey, and he took her hand to help her up again. He did not kiss it however, as that would not be proper. As it was, an electric tingle travelled up her arm that she had not felt from Duncan, and she had to catch her breath. The Captain’s dark eyes captured hers and she felt her heart flutter as she saw a warm smile on his face.

‘Good afternoon Captain Lykel.’ Thankfully her voice was steady as she replied. ‘I seem to recall the last occasion was one of my father’s dinner parties. How lovely to see you today.’

‘Please, won’t you be seated.’ her mother said politely, indicating a chair by the fire, lit against the chill of the early spring afternoon.

‘Thankyou, but before I do.’ he said, reaching inside his waistcoat and producing a brown paper package ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I brought something for Miss Elizabeth.’ Her eyes widened and her mother frowned slightly. ‘It’s a book.’ he explained ‘Last time we met, Miss Elizabeth professed a love of poetry, and I found this in my father’s study.’ Her mother nodded, indicating that she approved, and Elizabeth couldn’t help smiling as he handed it over to her. Their fingers brushed and she felt that same tingle again. She looked up at him, noticing how the corners of his eyes crinkled with the faint smile he gave her.

She took the seat opposite the one offered to her guest, the warmth of the fire challenging the heat in her cheeks as the blood rushed there. The Captain sat on the edge of the well upholstered chair, leaning on his cane.  Elizabeth untied the string that held the package together and unwrapped the brown paper to reveal a slim volume, bound in fine leather, the title embossed in gilt. ‘Poems by Andrew Marvell.’ were the words she read. He leaned forward a little more.

‘I think you will enjoy them.’ he said ‘Perhaps we could read one together another time.’

‘This is a rare work.’ she breathed. ‘I have heard his poems read but have no copy of my own. I will treasure it.’ She opened the book to read the inscription.

To Miss Elizabeth MacVeigh.

Read these words and think of me.

Captain John Lykel.

Her heart made a little flip. Books such as these were precious, and he had marked it for her, so anyone who might read it in years to come would wonder who she was and why she had merited such a gift. She leafed to the table of contents and read the titles of the poems. One leapt out at her ‘To His Coy Mistress’ and felt the blood rush in her ears and her cheeks burn. She looked up at him with a shy smile and saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

‘I believe I am needed in the kitchen to attend to afternoon tea.’ Lady Charlotte said ‘Please excuse me.’ Sitting in the corner, Betsy made her presence known by coughing discreetly to make plain her role as chaperone.

‘Miss Elizabeth, I don’t have to tell you that I was not distressed to hear that your engagement to Duncan was cut short.’ the Captain said in a low voice when her mother had left the room.

‘We had a difference of opinion as you may well know.’ she replied ‘I have not seen him since that night you came to dinner, and for that I am grateful.’

‘And I am grateful that you agreed to see me.’ he replied ‘I seem to remember we had some interests in common on that occasion.’

‘Indeed.’ she smiled back ‘I am fascinated by far off lands, and you have had the opportunity to visit them.’

‘I fear many times we reached a foreign port I only saw it from the sea and rarely got ashore – but each time I did manage to get foot on land it was a delight to discover new things.’

‘I have travelled very little myself. Of course I grew up on my father’s country estate and we have only recently moved to the city, but otherwise I have visited family in Scotland and have only gone across the border to England to see the delights of the Lakes in Cumberland.’

‘Did you indeed? I confess I have never visited the area, is it pleasant?.’

‘It is very picturesque, and the few times I have ever ventured on a boat was onto the lake at Windermere. The countryside is very pretty there, with hills stretching into the distance. It does not rival our own dear highlands but it is something to behold.’ The two of them spoke of places they had visited for a little while before there was a soft knock at the door and Jane bought in refreshments. The best china was put out for tea, and there were plates of small cakes and buttered scones.

‘This looks delightful.’ the Captain observed. Elizabeth’s hand shook a little as she poured from the elegant long spouted teapot and added a dash of milk for him. He eschewed sugar, and she had just a little to calm herself. Her mother had spent some time instructing her in the proper way to genteelly serve the beverage, and she was relieved to have managed it without spilling any, or damaging the fine china.

They sipped politely together, then sampled the little cakes, spiced with nutmeg and cinnamon. Before she realised it, one of the little plates was empty, and she looked at it with horror, unable to remember who had the last one – it was only polite to leave the last for one’s visitor. The Captain seemed to understand her dilemma and spoke softly.

‘You have a good appetite, Miss Elizabeth.’ he said ‘That is a good thing, for I declare the custom for young women to eat only tiny morsels of food cannot be healthy, and it shows how restrained by the customs of society they are. I like to see folk enjoy their food.’

‘Thankyou.’ she replied, relieved. ‘I have to confess my mother warned me against eating like a farm hand and bolting my food.’ He smiled in amusement and sympathy.

‘You show a good balance between politeness and gluttony, have no fear.’ he assured her. ‘You showed your true nature, and that is also good, for I would know your character.’  Elizabeth felt herself blush under his scrutiny, but it was not a bad thing for she also wished to know him better. After that, they made short work of the other refreshments and the conversation flowed easily, her nerves diminishing as time went on. All too soon their allotted time was almost over.

‘I see the hour is late.’ the Captain remarked. ‘May I say how much I have enjoyed our time together, Miss Elizabeth. I hope you will allow me to visit again.’ She was about to speak when he raised his hand to quiet her. ‘I will not press you to give me an answer straight away. Please take a little time to decide whether you might agree.’

‘On the contrary, I would like it very much.’ she said, hoping she was not being too forward. In truth, she felt far more at ease with him than she ever had with Duncan. She always had the feeling that he was being polite and indulgent, and he had rarely asked her opinion. The Captain had treated her far more like an equal, and the little thrills she had experienced when they touched had been exhilarating. The Captain broke into a broad smile.

‘I am delighted to hear that, but I will leave you time to make up your mind – should you change it, please let me know. Otherwise, if that is your true opinion, perhaps next time we might step out together if the weather is fine. I fear my own town residence is but small and hardly suitable for polite company, though I am currently looking for a larger place to rent.’

‘That is interesting, perhaps you should ask father if he knows of anywhere suitable.’

‘I may well do that if I chance to meet him, or enquire should he be within if I am permitted to visit you again.’ There was a soft knock on the door, and Lady Charlotte entered, to see the two young people standing saying their goodbyes.

‘Your carriage has returned, Captain Lykel’ she said ‘I hope you found the refreshments to your taste.’

‘Indeed I did, Lady Charlotte.’ he bowed before turning back to Elizabeth, taking her hand and squeezing it gently, bowing so that his lips almost, but not quite, touched it. She felt his breath warm on her skin, and it elicited that intriguing tingle again. ‘I do hope you will have me again.’ he said softly. He gave her mother a bow and went out into the vestibule, where Walker waited with his hat and greatcoat. Elizabeth stood at the window to watch him get into his carriage. Before he did, he turned and looked back at the window with a smile and a small gesture of farewell. She felt her heart skip a beat and stepped back, fearful that it might be seen as too forward to return the gesture.

‘Well child, tell me how it went.’ her mother interrupted as she watched the carriage drive away.

‘It was very pleasant.’ she smiled ‘I like him more than my previous admirer. He is considerate and the conversation was agreeable.’

‘So you wish to see him again? What did you say regarding a return visit?’

‘I said I might like it, but he said he would not take my decision and would give me time to decide.’ She wanted to say more, but didn’t want to appear too eager.

‘That is most proper.’ her mother replied.

‘He suggested that we might walk out if he is permitted to come again.’ Her mother frowned slightly.

‘That would mean being seen by others and might be construed as an interest in an engagement, which is a little soon after your previous attachment.’ Elizabeth’s heart sank slightly, and her mother saw it on her face. ‘I think you should wait a little longer before stepping out, but I think if you wish to tell him he may visit again, you may. I will check with your father to make certain he approves.’ Elizabeth sighed. She had waited a long time to see her admirer, and it seemed she would have to wait again. Her mother saw her dismay.

‘There there Lizzy, these things should not be rushed. Have patience, once you are wed it will all be done and over and you might wish to see these carefree days again.’

‘I only wish to know how long I may have to wait.’ she said forlornly ‘Life seems dull without something to look forward to.’

‘Well, we may perhaps go to the assembly rooms. You need not dance, but you may watch, or perhaps one of our acquaintances will have a music recital. I do recollect there is a concert coming up soon but I cannot recall the details. I will look into it for you, my dear.’ Elizabeth brightened up.

‘Perhaps the Captain might also attend such a concert.’ she said eagerly. ‘Although we did not discuss our musical tastes.’ Her mother laughed

‘I hope you are not expecting all your amusements to include your admirer.’ she said. ‘It is well to enjoy oneself simply with friends or family.’

‘Of course Mother, you are right.’ she sighed. ‘I will be patient.’

‘Good girl. I hope you did not eat too many of the cakes, cook will be serving supper at the usual time.’

‘I made sure to leave some for Amelia, though I think perhaps cook may also have done so.’ Elizabeth had remembered her younger sister, who must still be in the nursery waiting to be summoned.

‘How kind of you my dear, you can take a plate up to her in the nursery, I daresay she will want to hear how your visit went.’

A few moments later, Elizabeth climbed the stairs to the second floor. The nursery was so called, but in reality it was more of a school room as the two sisters were only three years apart in age.

‘Lizzy!’ squealed Amelia .‘How was the Captain?’ I couldn’t see him from up here, and when I looked out of the window as he left I could only see the top of his head. Did you swoon when he greeted you?’

‘Silly goose, of course I didn’t. Here, we left some cakes for you.’ She put the tray she carried down on one of the writing desks.

‘Oh, delicious!’ Amelia cried, and fell on them with glee ‘Did you serve tea or did Betsy?’

‘I did.’ Elizabeth replied. ‘Mother put out the best china. I was so scared I would drop and break something, but it all went well.’

‘Oh you are so lucky, I’ve never even touched the best china.’ Amelia had always loved playing at tea parties, and as a little girl she had begged to be allowed to use the china to serve her dolls. More often than not, however, she had to improvise with whatever came to hand – when they lived in the country she would use leaves or acorn cups as improvised plates and cups. She was ecstatic once when she was allowed a chipped cup to play with. Elizabeth was less feminine and preferred climbing trees and exploring the fields. She had mastered more socially acceptable skills as she grew older – music, embroidery, singing and dancing were expected of her and she did well at all she attempted, but she longed to travel.

‘You’re eating those far too fast.’ frowned the older girl. ‘you mustn’t appear coarse.’

‘I know, I know, but it’s just you and me, Lizzy.’ she said through a mouthful of cake. Her face fell. ‘Whatever will I do when you are married? I’ll be all alone with only Mama and Jane to talk to.’

‘Hush Amelia, that will be a while yet, and by that time you may have your eye on a young man yourself, and be practising with the second best china. You’ll be able to visit me if I’m close, I’m sure – and if we are further apart you may stay a while. You have friends here you can visit – young Anabelle Beaumont is your bosom friend.’

‘But she lives two whole streets away.’ Amelia pouted ‘And you’ll get fat and have babies, and the babies will be noisy and cry all the time and you won’t have time for me.’

‘Amelia!’ Elizabeth scolded. ‘It’s not polite to speak of such things.’

‘But it’s true.’ she wailed. ‘You’ll be somewhere else, and looking after your children, and having d-dinner parties w-without meee…’ she was weeping now, the cake forgotten, and Elizabeth sighed and embraced her as she sobbed.

‘Not all have babies straight away.’ she said. ‘I hope we will be able to travel before we start a family. I’d like that very much. And I’ll always remember my baby sister, have no fear. You’re pretty and accomplished - it is you who will be paying so much attention as to which young man you like that it will be you who forgets me.’

‘Do you mean that?’ her sister sniffled. ‘You promise you won’t forget me?’

‘I told you all this when Duncan was visiting.’ she explained gently. ‘And yes, I promise, cross my heart.’

‘I know, but it’s different now. You go all sparkly eyed when you talk about the Captain – you never did with Duncan.’

‘Do I?’

‘Mhhm hmm.’ she replied.

‘Well, that’s as maybe. Now dry your eyes and we can practice that song Monsieur le Blanc taught us the other day – I’ll play the piano and you sing.’ Elizabeth smiled at her sister and the two girls went downstairs to the parlour to pass the time until supper.

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Daryan Cities

This... took me longer than I wanted it to. >.> I’ve been working on this document since some point in January, but here we are! A compiled list of the major cities in the Daryan country, as well as a definitely-not-finished map of the entire continent. Info below the cut, because this got long. 

MAP

CITIES

CAPITAL

1. Argoson (550,000)

-The largest city in the Daryan country, and the one where the Palace and royal family reside. The center of the country, and possibly the most famous and esteemed city within. The city is almost directly in the center of the country-- just located slightly to the East. It sits in the midst of the plains, right on the verge of the small, hilly area that occupies the central-east of the country. The city itself rests mostly along the plains, spread out among the wide, flat land, but the very edge of it, along with the Palace itself, stretch up and out into the hills, with the Palace resting along the tallest one in the area.

GREAT CITIES

1. Inasphis (350,000)

-One of the great cities of the Daryan country. A wealthy city known for being home to some of the major noble households in the country. Located in the manufacturing center of the country, amongst such polluted areas as the White Slums. The city itself lies on the very edge of the plains, just barely crossing over into what should have been greener land. However, magic pollution has dulled the area, and the environment has become dull and gray. With a large lake and the great river nearby, the climate is rather wet, and heavy fogs and rain are common. Known for the manufacture of vital goods such as furniture, equipment, and weapons. 

2. Umbralweist (300,000)

-One of the great cities of the Daryan country. A city located amidst the trees. While thankfully not close to the highly-dangerous forests, this city is located on thickly wooded land. Dense, cold forests and a cool, dry climate make up the city’s atmosphere. Known for lumber production, something in the land keeps trees growing unusually quickly. The population is defined by the upper-class, with many skilled laborers and craftsmen-- but an equal number of regular workers reside there as well. The city itself is located towards the West of the country, nearing one of the major rivers, and approaching the hills along the coastline. 

3. Arcford (400,000)

-One of the great cities of the Daryan country. Arcford is located in the middle of the plains, surrounded on all sides by endless, open land. As such, agriculture is the defining feature of the city. The weather there is temperate-- not particularly cool or warm, and perfect for growing all manner of plants. The city is located on a tall, gently rising plateau where it’s possible to see for miles from the tallest buildings. The skies seem to go on forever. The people there aren’t the richest-- but the second-largest city in the country is made of a strong mix of agricultural workers and craftsmen. The city is considered a very good place to live in. 

4. Staewood (275,000)

-One of the great cities of the Daryan country. The southernmost city in the country, and one known for both livestock production and exotic animals. The city is located in open, slightly hilled land, nestled in what’s almost a valley between two of the hills. The land there is open, with thick, healthy grass and vegetation perfect for feeding omnivorous livestock on. The climate is warmer, by Daryan standards, and has a fair amount of thunderstorms, as is common for the South. The people there are mostly upper and middle class. The land is owned by a combination of the government and individual farmers and is kept well-maintained. The city is also famous for importing exotic animals. 

MAJOR CITIES

5. Windermere (100,000)

-One of the major cities in the Daryan country. A large city with a focus on military training and general education. This is the place where troops are taken to go through vital training, as well as where the Elite Force operates out of. The city itself is located in a hilly, near-mountainous part of the tundra, where the strong winds and harsh terrain make for a useful training ground. The city is harsh and stony, highly practical, and no one who isn’t approved is allowed to live there. High walls protect the city, and there are a variety of training grounds nearby. The climate is frigid and harsh, and is considered to toughen up the people who live there.  6. Cresa (175,000)

-One of the major cities in the Daryan country. Known informally as the White Slums, it’s a place where many lower-class people who have nowhere else to go have gathered together. Split between wealthy living and dangerous city life, Cresa is not a place to let your guard down. The city is located towards the North of the country, where the weather is colder and the land is rather desolate. It sits among slightly hilly, sparsely wooded land, and is built with tall, ever-expanding walls. The weather is cold there and thick, heavy fogs are common. Known for factories, metal-work, and the mass-manufacture of prosthetics and other such devices. 7. Hallow (100,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city formed around magic-based factories and the manufacture of many necessary goods. Located towards the North of the country, the weather in Hallow is cold and harsh. The air is polluted with magic runoff, and the landscape is almost barren. The climate is damp, chilly, and foggy, and many people consider it a very gloomy place to live. That said, there are endless stable jobs, and those who wish to make an honest living can easily find a place there. The crime rate is high, though, and there are a number of upper-ranked people looking to make money through standing on others.  8. Shasea (125,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. The city is located towards the northern edge of the plains, where the weather is just starting to turn cold. High winds and cold spells are common. The land there is flat and open, with only a few slight hills and sparse trees remaining, and much of it is used for agriculture alone. The city is spread out to make room for farms, and the area considered to be part of Shasea is great. The city isn’t particularly organized and is considered to be an eclectic, scattered place good for hiding in. The people there are of all classes, though few nobles find it a suitable environment to reside in. 

9. Mirstone (125,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city centered around the growth of non-food agricultural plants and a large degree of mining. An industrious place where much important business is conducted. Considered something of a political and educational hub, as well as one of the more bustling cities in the country. Located in the Northwest of the country, close to the coastline, and just North of the hills, this city has relatively temperate, if a bit cold weather, as well as high winds. The land there is fertile, there are large deposits of minerals and metals, and the city itself is located in a crater formed from an old quarry. 

10. Dreburn (100,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. Located near a large river, towards the West of the country, and near the long line of hills that occupies the West coast. The weather there is temperate, perhaps a tiny bit cold, and the high winds that are common in Mirstone also reach this city. The river nearby means that fishing is a large part of the city’s lifestyle, along with growing trees for lumber. The area nearby is wooded, not extremely so, but enough that there’s steady business as far as lumber goes. The nearby river means that there are plenty of water-based systems in the city, and the city itself is located right along the coast of the river. 

11. Ranbridge (125,000)

-One of the major cities in the Daryan country. Known with disdain as the Black Slums. Split between dying noble houses, the slowly failing wealthy, and the lowest of the low, this city is regarded as one of the worst in the country. Located towards the Northeast of the plains, the city is staggered within a large dip in the ground that resembles a crater. There’s a large underground area below it, home to a group of people known as the Sewer Rats. The weather is on the temperate side, but the city itself is dirty and unpleasant. Known for organized crime, factories producing general goods, and housing the remains of many dying noble households. 

12. Aerilon (125,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located on the plains, not far from the hilly region that the Capital occupies. Close to the very East border of the country, with warmer weather, but also cold snaps and a fair amount of snow. The city is on the open plains, surrounded by farms and agricultural fields, and is used mainly to produce food and other resources. The city itself isn’t the largest, but it’s occupied with strong, stable people, and is considered a worthwhile place to live. With the flat land and many roads connecting to it, it’s an easy place to reach, especially for those in the Capital. There are also a few Guard bases there.  13. Doveport (175,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located towards the very West of the plains, close to a large river stemming from the great river, as well as some of the more dangerous forested areas in the country. The area is one of rich land and stable agriculture, which is how the city developed. The city itself is centered around a large hill rising out of the plains, with the largest, most important buildings resting on its peak. There are massive farmlands surrounding the city, as well as a number of small villages circling it. Like many of the large cities, Doveport is regarded as a relatively safe and stable place to live.

14. Wheldrake (100,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located in the middle of the plains, surrounded by open land and wide skies. A good area for agriculture, which is the main business done there. Processing of food items is commonly done in Wheldrake, as is the growing of crops in the surrounding areas. The city itself rests squarely in the open plains and has few remarkable features regarding its location. The population is relatively small, and the city is considered a slow, peaceful place to live-- that is, aside from the dangers posed by its close location to Ranbridge. There have been known to be some problems with criminals in Wheldrake.

15. Fastead (175,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located near a large lake and amidst hilly land. The area is used for a wide variety of purposes; namely fishing, livestock production, and the manufacture of magical items. The city is a very bustling, intense place with a wide variety of jobs and duties to be done. It’s home to a wide variety of people, but it’s of note that there seems to be a high population of Bluescales. The city itself takes up space both on and between the hills that make up the land, and is known for having many steep roads and confusing pathways. It’s a rather technologically advanced area as well.

16. Redwick (125,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located in the plains. Like many of its type, Redwick is primarily centered around agriculture. Dry-climate plants grow particularly well here. The city started out small, but quickly expanded during Galienne’s rule. The city itself is located on the open plains, surrounded by flat land and fields of grain. There are many extremely old historical locations there, and large parts of the city contain walls that are about a thousand years old. The city is considered to be rather busy and bustling, with a lot of trade and travel going on. However, it’s also well-maintained and known to be decently safe for living.  17. Kanniar (175,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. Another city located in the open plains. A sprawling city know for a massive amount of activity and a large population. The city is surrounded by plains, but over the years, has become extremely large and active. It’s an agricultural city that also specializes in manufacturing and magic. There are few things not going on in Kanniar, as people say. The city itself is fairly technologically advanced and stays highly up-to-date on the newest magical developments. This may be due in part to its proximity to Xalas and the Scarab tower.

18. Edophia (100,000)

-One of the major cities in the Daryan country. A relatively small city nestled between the plains and some of the thicker forest. It’s considered a fairly dangerous place to live because of its proximity to the forests, but because the land is decently wooded and good for growing plants, the city is also something of a hub for agriculture and lumber. For its size, Edophia is very productive and supplies many resources to the rest of the country, and is thus looked upon fondly. The city itself is in the middle of thickly wooded land (although nowhere near the extent of the forests), and is built in tiers through the woodlands and hilly ground.  19. Xalas (125,000)

-One of the major cities in the Daryan country, as well as home to the Scarab Tower-- the greatest hub of magic in the country. A place of study, development, and new technologies. Living there is coveted. Location-wise, the city is located towards the South of the country, just south of the plains, and North of some of the thinner forests. The city rests in open, lightly wooded land and among slight hills. The land is rich and livable, the air is clear, the climate is temperate, and overall, Xalas is considered to be one of the best places in the country. That said, the standards are high, and not just anyone can make it in the city without something to their name.  20. Halfmouth (125,000)

-One of the major cities of the Daryan country. A city located near some of the thickest, most dangerous forest on the continent. The city is situated in wooded land, and covers a massive amount of land. It consists of many spread-out farms connected by buildings and well-maintained roads, which are altogether arranged in a shape that resembles a crescent moon. Known for livestock production in particular, with many meat-production and trading centers within it. The city is a relatively unsafe location, as its spread-out nature means that it’s easy for people to seemingly disappear. There’s a high crime rate, especially regarding theft. 

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Some facts about waste in our world

facts: 1. Every year we dump a massive 2.12 billion tons of waste. 2. This stunning amount of This stunning amount of waste is partly because 99 percent of the stuff we buy is trashed within 6 months. 3. Leading green companies are becoming zero-waste companies. Zero waste is a philosophy that encourages redesign so that all products are reused. The process is similar to the way resources are reused in nature. 4. Between 20% and 40% of fruit and vegetables are rejected by supermarkets before they even hit the shelves. Why? Because they don’t adhere to their cosmetic standards – they’re misshapen, lumpy or just plain weird-looking. 5. The amount of trash generated by the UK could fill Britain’s largest lake, Lake Windermere, in just 8 months. 6. We used to get through 500 million plastic bags every week in the UK – amounting to billions of bags and thousands of tonnes of plastic.

7. It’s not just what goes in the bin that counts as waste – water can be wasted, too. A single leaky tap in your house can waste as much as 5,000 litres of water a year. If we all fixed our dripping taps we could supply 120,000 people with a day’s worth of water.

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Oh! gossip is charming! History is merely gossip. But scandal is gossip made tedious by morality. Now, I never moralise. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralises is invariably plain.

Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

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8 People I’d Like to Know Better

liam @nospoonsgiven tagged me a few days ago! i’m gonna do this now, at 7:09 AM. let’s ssseeee what happens

Name: Diana

Birthday: 4/25/1999

Zodiac Sign: You can do the math

Height: 5’7

Hobbies: Whaddaya call it? Writing and reading I suppose. That and running the best blog in the world.

Favourite Colors: N/A

Favourite Books: If we’re counting just like, straight up plain and respectable novels then Sense and Sensibility, Jane Eyre, David Copperfield. If we’re counting plays too then I’ll add A Midsummer Night’s Dream/The Tempest/Antony and Cleopatra (can’t go with just one Shakespeare), Lady Windermere’s Fan, Angels in America, and The Bacchantes. If we’re counting graphic novels and poetry volumes this would be even longer.

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PLEASE TOBY/TYBALT either "One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other" or "The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly". if you are still taking these.

Anonymous asked:

I might be late, so if I am just ignore me, but: toby/tybalt, one losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly? (sending all of the good vibes your way 💛💛💛 hope you have a nice day!)

Well…I spent a week too busy to answer these and not sure what I’d do for them, but then I wrote 4K in 12 hours, so.  It’s…a weird ride.  Gonna put it up on AO3.

By the time Sylvesterarrived with his knights, the fighting was long since over. He had come as quickly as he could—for allthe damage his relationship with Toby had suffered of late, for all that he hadkept from her, she had still thought to call him when she was in need offirepower, and Sylvester thought it would be a long time before he could refusethat call.  His wife might have turnedher back on Toby, believing her to have betrayed poor, shattered Rayseline,but—

But Toby was his, his knight, his wayward charge, hisdaughter, and Sylvester would always come when she called.

The building thatToby had told him about was an old office building, low-slung and plain andforgettable, and for a moment Sylvester wished that he had her talent for tastinga single drop of blood in a building, because once they were inside, it wassilent, with no sign of Toby or any of her usual reinforcements. There were no voices, no screaming, none ofthe cursing and bitter rage that Toby so often left in her wake.

“Search,” Sylvestersaid, and so they searched, until Grianne found a door to the basement.  They all flinched back when she opened it,even good hardy Etienne—there was iron there, the tang of it so sharp and suddenthat it made Sylvester dizzy for a moment.

“All right,”Sylvester said, starting down the stairs cautiously.  Halfway down the stairs, another smell hithim through the iron—he was no Dóchas Sidhe, but even a human could probablynotice that much blood.  It was muddiedby the smell of iron, blurred, but Daoine Sidhe knew blood, and Sylvester hadbeen a hero a long time before he was a duke. He wasn’t surprised when he reached the bottom of the stairs and found ascene better suited to a slaughterhouse.

The iron surged for amoment, hungry, like a wild thing that had been fed just enough to rememberthat it was starving, and Sylvester closed his eyes, breathed shallowly untilhis head cleared.  Then he opened his eyesagain, and picked his way across the killing field.

“Oberon,” Etiennebreathed behind him, and almost Sylvester smiled, grim and humorless.

“Send the rest backto wait at the top of the stairs, Etienne,” Sylvester said, in the tone of aman not accustomed to being questioned, and didn’t look back to see if Etiennehad obeyed.

The night haunts hadyet to come for their latest prizes.  Therewere thirteen bodies, all told—mostly changelings as far as Sylvester couldsee, but some had the delicate perfection of purebloods, and he thanked any powersthat might be listening Queen Windermere was likely to call this self-defenseand pardon the murderer.  Some, those wholooked most human, had been killed more mercifully, if that was the word.  Their necks had been snapped, or their headsslammed into the concrete wall so forcefully that their skulls were visiblydented and flattened, killed with someone’s bare hands and rage.  

The purebloods, themost fae of the changelings, had slit throats or pierced hearts, skin markedwith the ragged black rot of iron poisoning. The knife was still thrust to the hilt under the point of one man’s jaw,radiating the sullen taint of iron as it seeped through his dead flesh.

All but thepurebloods had blood on their lips and bore a handprint on their skin, where someonehad clamped a bloodied palm to their wrists or throats and branded them for theshort rest of their lives.

Sylvester didn’t needto ask questions, to understand what had happened.  These, the dead, had been hunting OctoberDaye for weeks, and had thought to catch her off-guard.  Whether they had intended to capture or killher was, frankly, immaterial.  Whatmattered was that the basement had been turned from ambush to massacre, as ifOberon’s own herald had come down the stairs and declared every life within ahundred yards hers, by their lost King’s own will.

The only question waswhy.

Sylvester reachedToby, where she was sitting cross-legged with her back to the stairs, andunderstood with a flash of pain.

Toby’s eyes wereglassy, and there was a cut that skated up over her collarbone and through themuscle of her shoulder.  It radiatediron, too, and she moved that arm only barely, resting on Tybalt’s still chestwhile her other hand stroked almost idly through his hair.

“October?” Sylvestersaid softly, waving Etienne and the other knights back behind him.  “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Tobysaid.  Her voice was even and calm, andSylvester crouched down in her line of sight, hoping to draw her gaze.  She looked blindly at the wall ahead of her,where there was a spray of blood, and went on stroking Tybalt’s hair, deftfingers winding through the black and brown tabby stripes emotionlessly.  There was a gash in Tybalt’s throat, cuttingthrough the right carotid artery, but except for the blood he looked asleep,and if Sylvester didn’t know better, he might have thought that Toby was ascalm as her voice suggested.  She wasdrenched with what could only be her own blood, leaving more of it in Tybalt’shair as she petted him, and except for the way she stared ahead, she seemedunruffled.

This, then, must havebeen what it was like, Sylvester thought suddenly, to serve the mad Duke ofShadowed Hills.  It was not, generallyspeaking, expected of the nobility of Faerie to apologize for fits of insanity,but he made a mental note to apologize at very least to those who had kept hisduchy running in his—absence.

“Did you kill allthese people, October?” he asked softly.

“I know they werepurebloods, some of them,” Toby said, distantly.  “I think I’ll probably be executed for that.”

“We’ll deal with thatlater.  What did you do to them?”

Toby smiled a little,the same way she smirked when she was mocking someone for being hung up oncourtly minutiae that she was about to cut through with all the grace of ahatchet.  “I killed them.  They had me tied up, so I broke my wrists andfingers, and then I killed them all.  Idon’t think they expected that.”  Sheturned toward Sylvester, finally, turning wide eyes on him, wide eyes likeAmandine’s wide, mad eyes, colorless and old and unmerciful.  “Did you know that rebalancing the bloodhurts more than anything else in the world?” she asked, with the steady regardof a child or an executioner.

“I didn’t know that,”Sylvester said.

“I did,” Tobysaid.  “I forgot, because my mother mademe forget.  But I remembered, after shedid it again.”  Her gaze flickered coollyto the nearest body, marked with her handprint on his jaw, and then she lookeddown at Tybalt, carefully smoothing his hair back from his face.

“Is that what you did,to these people?”  That got him a nod,slow and dreamy.  “Did they kill Tybalt?”

“He used up all hislives saving me, these last few years,” Toby said.  Not an answer, except that it very much was.

“October,” Sylvestersaid, moving a little closer, and he stopped short when she tensed.  “It’s all right.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I think you’re suffering from iron poisoning,Toby.  Why isn’t that cut healing?”

“Oh, yes,” Toby said,blinking at him like a child struggling to keep up.  “That would be the iron poisoning.  I don’t think I can walk right now.  I’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“Okay,” Sylvestersaid, and beckoned Etienne closer.  “IfEtienne takes Tybalt, would you let me carry you out of here?”

Toby shook her headand Sylvester bit back a sharp order. The iron seemed to be eating away at her presence of mind, turning theusual slow confusion of blood loss into something far more profound withunnerving speed.  He wanted all of themout of this room, as soon as possible.  

“Why not, October?”

“If I leave him thenight haunts will come,” Toby said.

Sylvester had toclose his eyes at that.  The King of Catshad never been one of his favorite people, even when they were getting alonginstead of studiously avoiding each other, but—

“Toby,” he said quietly.  “Love, you know—the night haunts will have tocome for him eventually.  You can’t keephim forever.”

“I don’t need to,”she said, and blinked several times, focusing on his face for the firsttime.  She smiled again, baring all herteeth, and now, now she looked like she had scraped together the last of herenergy for a moment of sanity, and it was far worse than the disinterestedstare from before.  This wasn’t thegrief-mad knight, this was the only Dóchas Sidhe in the world, granddaughter ofOberon himself, on the warpath.  “I’mgoing to do something really stupid, instead.”

There was a dizzydrop in Sylvester’s chest, and he let out a slow breath.  Toby’s standards for stupidity were high,high enough that the vast majority of what she believed to be a valid planscanned as genuine madness to most, and the things that she would admit werefoolish tended to end with outcomes like a murdered Firstborn.

“Okay,” he said oncehe was sure that his voice would be steady. “But we still need to get out of here before you can do anything, stupidor otherwise.  What if I took Tybalt, andEtienne took you?  Would that be allright?”

“Will you make surethe night haunts don’t take him away?”

“Yes,” Sylvestersaid.  “On my life, I swear.  I’ll see to it.”  

Toby nodded, seemingto sink back into the haze of iron poisoning as soon as Sylvester beckoned Garmover and lifted Tybalt’s tall form between them.  Etienne came and spoke briefly to Toby, in amurmur, and she let him help her up, wavering on her feet but managing tostumble across the room with Etienne under one arm to hold her upright.

“I’m getting bloodall over your shirt,” Toby observed as they reached the stairs and ascended,one step at a time.

“I know this mightshock you,” Etienne said dryly, “but I am a knight and have even bled on myshirts myself, before.  Not nearly somuch as you tend to, so you might have missed it.  One more step, and then just a littlefarther.  Grianne,” he added, with asharp look over Toby’s head.  “Close thedoor and don’t let anyone else down until His Grace decides what we do now.”

“What happened downthere?” asked one of the younger knights in a thin voice, eyes fixed on Toby asblood soaked into Etienne’s shirt from her hands.  He must be new to dealing with October, Sylvesterthought distractedly.  One got past hertalent for ending up covered in blood eventually.

“How old are you?”Toby asked, squinting at him.

“Come now, October,leave the boy alone,” Sylvester said gently. “Grianne, see to the door. Someone call Jin, we’ll need her for October’s iron poisoning.”  The door swung shut, the pervasive reek ofiron fading abruptly, and Sylvester glanced automatically over his shoulder tocheck on Toby.  Being out of the basementseemed to be doing some little to help her eyes clear, and as soon as the doorwas closed her footing seemed steadier, but whatever mad-eyed calm she hadmanaged to cling to was beginning to crack and fracture with the inexorablerise of sanity.

“I need to getoutside,” Toby said.  “And I need Jinhere right away.  Etienne, can you gether?”

“I–”  Etienne hesitated and gave Sylvester ahelpless look.  “I can.  Someone come help Sir Daye outside.  You there,” he added, and flagged down thewide-eyed young knight to take his place as Toby’s crutch.

“Hey, kid,” Toby saidas she grimaced at the jostling of her wound. Etienne watched closely for a moment to see that she was being held upsecurely, and then drew a circle in the air and darted away in a wash of limesand cedar smoke.  “I’m Toby.”

“I’m Kellen,” theyoung Tuatha said, and glanced nervously at Sylvester.  Sylvester, still bearing up more than half ofTybalt’s weight, arched an eyebrow, and Kellen went a bit grey—correctlyinterpreting the level of punishment he might be looking at if he dropped hisliege’s favorite knight, Sylvester hoped. Toby very much did not look capable of supporting her own weight.

Outside, Tobydirected Sylvester to set Tybalt down on the asphalt, and he and Grianne did,arranging the King of Cats in repose on the ground, his hands folded togetherand his eyes closed.  The blood Toby hadleft in his hair was beginning to dry, stiffening the locks into ragged spikes.

“Let me go,” Tobysaid, shrugging away from Kellen and leaving him to bob nervously on his toeswhile she knelt shakily down beside her fiance’s body.

“October,” Sylvestersaid softly, crouching down beside her. He reached out and caught her hand in his, giving her lax fingers asqueeze.  “My dear, you’re in no shape tostay out here.  Let me take you back toShadowed Hills.”

“No,” Toby said, andbegan separating the blood-stuck clumps of Tybalt’s hair with her other hand.  “I need to do this quickly.  I don’t know–”  Her voice broke for the first time, and herhands shook for a moment before she let out a slow breath.  “I don’t know if it will take, later.  Where’s Etienne?”

“He’ll be here.  What are you planning to try?”

“I did it once.  I don’t know if it will work on him,” Tobysaid.  “But Tybalt had nine lives, once,so I think it might.  The last time I didit–”  She laughed a little, andSylvester’s chest ached.  “He was soangry with me.  It was stupid, Iguess.  But it’s going to be reallystupid now.”

They sat there insilence, the moon sinking slowly toward the horizon, and Sylvester held onto Toby’shand.  His skin was growing tacky withdrying blood where they touched, but she had clutched tightly to him when hetried to pull away, and it was such a small thing, to sit on the ground withthis girl he had raised and hold her hand while she stood guard over the bodyof the man she loved.

Sylvester was neverable to be what Toby needed when she needed it, it seemed.  She had needed a parent and he had lingered ahalf-step back, wanting to let Amandine have the chance to be a mother again.  By the time he realized that Amandine didn’twant the chance, Toby needed freedom, and he had been a lord and a chain first,a friend second.  All he had ever doneright by her, Sylvester thought in his darker moments, was fighting for herknighthood—then, for just a moment, she had needed a defender and he had beenone.  And then…well.  Then he had asked her to find his family, andshe had lost her family, her friends, and almost her life, in one fell swoop,and still she had come when Faerie called her, still she had been loyal to him,and still, still, he was never ableto help her when she needed it most.

So this—holding herhand—this Sylvester would do.

The smell of liliesand cedar smoke washed over them before the gate opened—Chelsea, this time,with her father and Jin in tow. Sylvester was glad she had thought to intervene.  Etienne was more hardheaded than he wasmagically endowed, which had gotten him in over his head more than once.  Even with his powers bound, he had been laidout with magic burn for almost a week after chasing Chelsea across half ofreality.

“Jin,” Toby said, asif everyone else had ceased to be present. “Can you heal Tybalt’s throat?”

Jin flicked a mildlyfrantic look at Sylvester as she knelt, across Tybalt’s body from Toby, and sether healer’s kit on the asphalt.  “Toby,honey,” she said gently.  “He’s—he’sdead.”

“I know that,” Tobysaid, that terrible numb calm returning to her voice.  “I know. But can you do it?”

Jin’s wings flutteredanxiously, her glamour ignored under the wide don’t-look-here held up by ahandful of knights.  She looked toSylvester again, then down to his hand wrapped around Toby’s, then back toToby’s fave.  “I can—repair the damage,”she said carefully.  “But Toby, I can’t—Ican’t bring him back.  I can’t performmiracles.”

“That’s okay,” Tobysaid, and offered a brittle smile.  “Justfix his throat.  I’ll take it fromthere.”

“Do as she says,”Sylvester said quietly, and caught Jin’s eye when she glanced at him, trying toconvey what could it hurt.  This was a time of impossibilities, far toomany of them clinging to Toby’s wake like children clutching the hem of herjacket.  If she was wrong and nothingcould be done, they would be no worse off than they were.  If she was right…

Once, Sylvester wouldnever have dreamed of contacting the Luidaeg for anything less thanworld-ending importance.  Toby knew herfavorite ice cream and what kind of eels her pets liked.  If anyone was going to perform a miraclehere, it wouldn’t be Jin.

Jin worked overTybalt for no more than ten minutes, her fingers trembling faintly as shecoaxed the wound at his throat closed. The skin was still discolored, marked by the iron, and would remain sountil either he was taken by the night haunts or healed in his own time.  But when Jin sat back on her heels, the veinsand muscle of Tybalt’s throat were hidden again by skin and, save for the bloodon his clothes and smeared on his skin from Toby’s hands, he seemed like hemight sit up at any moment.

“That’s all I cando,” Jin said quietly.

“Good,” Toby said,and released Sylvester’s hand to shove up the sleeves of her blood-soakedshirt, baring her wrists.  “Open hisshirt and give me your knife.  I’m goingto raise the dead.”

The words landed likelightning—deafening, and then so silent it hurt.

“Toby,” Jin said inhorror, while Sylvester said, “October.”

“I’m not out of mymind,” Toby said, still holding out her hand. “Give me your knife.  Now.  And water, to wash my hands.”  The water was easy—Jin held out a bottle ofit, and Toby rinsed her hands as Jin unbuttoned Tybalt’s shirt, and Toby shesaid again, “Your knife.”

“Here,” said a softvoice, and Chelsea stepped forward, offering a mortal switchblade.  “It’s—it’s not steel, I got it custommade.  You can keep it.”

Toby took the bladewith a nod, and opened the blade, testing it with a finger.  Satisfied, she turned to Tybalt, and carved adeep X into her wrist, keeping the blade jammed into the wound to make theblood flow.

“Toby,” Sylvester said sharply, and reached out to grab her.

“Don’t,” Tobysaid—and he stopped short, startled by his own response.  It had been a long time since SylvesterTorquill had obeyed an order unthinkingly, automatically, with no magical orcourtly influence except his sense that he should do as he was told.  But the look Toby gave him, as she knelt upover Tybalt and let her blood drip over his forehead and lips, was impossibleto question.  

Toby cut herselfagain with the knife, digging in deeper this time to keep the wound open, andpressed her hand over Tybalt’s heart to leave a bloody handprint.  Then she raised her hand toward the moon andbegan to chant.

“Oak and ash andwillow and thorn are mine; blood and ice and flowers and flame are mine.”  Toby slashed open her wrist again and swalloweda mouthful of blood, and kept speaking. Something was rising in the air—like magic, but raw and old, answeringToby’s call.  “Mine in turn are those whohold me, love me, guard me with their lives; I have bled and burned here, and Idemand the return of what is mine.”

Another cut to herwrist, another mouthful of blood, and this one Toby held in her mouth as shekissed Tybalt hard, the blood spilling from his lips as magic snapped closedaround her.  The air smelled like freshblood and spring, the spell almost visible in a mist that clung to Toby’s skin.

Toby sat back on herheels as Tybalt took in a shuddering breath and began to cough.

“Now,” she saidraggedly, lips still red with her own blood as she looked to Jin, who lookedlike she had just seen—well.  Like shehad just seen a resurrection.  “Now healhim.”

And then Toby keeledover sideways, onto the asphalt.

Sylvester caught her,barely aware of himself moving as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders andeased her down into his lap.  Tybaltlooked terrible, pale and haggard and still coughing up blood, but he was,beyond a shadow of a doubt, alive, trying to sit up and looking around him withno small amount of alarm.

“Stay down,”Sylvester said, feeling a little faint himself. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“What—October,” Tybalt said sharply, and Jincaught him by the arm and forced him back down before he could actually try toget to his feet.

“She’ll be fine, she’ssturdier than you are,” Jin said, and jammed a vial into his hands.  She seemed almost relieved to be on knownterritory again—corralling uncooperative patients was familiar, even if she wasusually keeping Toby in bed, rather than Tybalt.  “Drink this or you’ll go into shock and dieagain.  I don’t know what she just did orhow she did it, but you’re still in bad shape.”

Tybalt scowled, butdid as she said, and returned the vial, still coughing.  “What happened?”

There was a long beatof silence as Sylvester looked at his knights, and his knights looked at Jin,and Jin looked at Sylvester, before Etienne hesitantly cleared his throat, onearm wrapped tight around his daughter, who had tear tracks on her face.

“Well,” Etienne saidcautiously, “it seems that—that as long as Sir Daye is working with an intactbody, she can do some—unexpected things.” Tybalt raised an eyebrow, a silent threat.  “So she had Jin close the wound in yourthroat, and—and then she brought you back from the dead.”

Tybalt blinked.  “Of course she did,” he said at last, andstarted to laugh.

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