#wormwood creek

[lapetitesayo]

The old man in the well is actually a Celestrian himself who takes on the form of an old man to test priests lol

The mayors house in wormwood creek only has 1 room and 2 beds. It’s a shit ass house. And I know it’s the same house in the Serena cutscenes bc I can see the door. So WHERE DID THEY PUT HIM

[mirielsart]

Headcanon: The companions don't actually know they have a Celestrian in their midst until they get to Wormwood Creek.

[mrsometimes11]

Dragon Quest IX: INNS POLL

Since my last DQ9 poll went so well, let me try this again.

Honourable mentions to the healing place at the Observatory, and the Dormitory at Swinedimples, it's cool that they're free (seriously if you heal anywhere other than Swinedimples after finishing the quests in that town, you're doing something wrong), but they aren't technically inns.

Dishonourable mention to Porth Llaffan, Tumblr polls only allow 12 options, and this charming seaside inn was too boring to make the cut.

[dq-avenquire]

Celestrian Masterlist

I have some fittingly angelic OC's that I wanted to give a DQIX AU, so I looked through the wiki + double-checked some stuff of my own accord and felt like sharing it here too - this list will be updated as I replay through the game and do things like "counting every single Celestrian found in game" and similar fascinating tasks. This list will likely contain spoilers, as well as the birds each of the constellations the Celestrians are named after are associated with. NON-GUARDIANS: - Apus Major, leader and eldest of the Celestrians. His bird is a bird of paradise :) - Columba, presumably a librarian. Her bird is a dove. Seems to have been familiar with Corvus previously, and is close with Aquila now - Aquila, former Guardian of Angel Falls, twin brother of Pavo, the protagonist's mentor and former apprentice of Corvus. His bird is the eagle. - Pavo, the one who opens and closes the Rapportal and allows the player to use the multiplayer function. The only Celestrian to live in the Protectorate, and (younger) twin sister of Aquila. Her bird is the peacock. GUARDIANS: - You! :) Angel Falls is all yours - Tucana, one of two Guardians of Stornway. Their bird is the toucan! - Cygnus, the other of the two Guardians of Stornway. Their bird is the swan. - Vultur, Guardian of Gleeba. Their bird is, as one might guess, the vulture. - Noctua, Guardian of Swinedimples Academy. Fittingly, their bird is an owl. - Corvus, the sort-of-sort-of-not Guardian of Wormwood Creek. His bird is the crow.

OTHER GUARDIAN STATUES: - Zere - noted to be crumbling and broken. I'd assume this is because the villagers treat the tree at the centre of the village as a guardian instead. - Coffinwell - two statues, actually, but no names - Alltrades Abbey - weirdly, none. There is a statue behind Abbot Jack, but I think that looks more like Celestria, personally. Noting it regardless! - Zere Rocks - has a statue, but given the context of how it was made there's no way to know if it would even have a Guardian to go with it. - Bloomingdale - statue, no name This leaves us with Porth Llaffan (which worships Leviathan over the Celestrians), Slurry Quay, Dourbridge, Batsureg (nomadic, might not have statues because of this) and Upover (which has Greygnarl) without statues, but not necessarily without Guardians. I also made a point of checking Gerzuun (which does have a church, notably, and the bodura grass as a thing to worship) and Brigadoom, but couldn't find any there either. Beyond that, all Celestrians are unnamed (I'll get to how many of those there are later!). That being said, there are actually two major bird related constellations left (that I could find with some very surface level research) that aren't used as names within the game. Namely Grus (crane) and Phoenix (self-explanatory). I like to think that Phoenix would be a good fit for Alltrades Abbey, given the association with rebirth, though I'm still figuring out where I personally would place Grus. (I also think that Phoenix would be a very interesting fit for Brigadoom or Zere, Rocks or otherwise, for similar reasons) That being said, since most of the constellation names for birds are also just their genuses, it's pretty easy to find a number of canon compliant names that will fit right in should you choose to make your own :) happy questing !

[solaneceae]

【 𝙿 𝚁 𝙾 𝙹 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 : 𝙳 𝚄 𝙲 𝙺 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 】 | a QSMP Baghera playlist 🐤

a narrative playlist retracing her story, from her humble origins to Purgatory.

cover art by @Rion_Riots on twitter

⤵️ tracklist under the cut ⤵️

CHAPTER 1: lab rat

a duckling opens her eyes to white tiles and syringes.

Bumblebees are Out - Jack Stauber

A Bird in a Gilded Cage - Alex Niedt

Body - Mother Mother

rises the moon - liana flores

CHAPTER 2: Duckling and Bluebird

a bond is formed between two birds of a feather.

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Innocence - Madeon

CHAPTER 3: escape!

this little duckling has had enough.

Escapism - Rebecca Sugar

THE KID WHO KEPT RUNNING - Vylet Pony

Shelter - Porter Robinson

We'll Meet Again - The Ink Spots

CHAPTER 4: drifting away

the ocean waves are tall and scary, but she presses on.

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead

Ship in a Bottle - fin

Shackleton - Adam Young

soundscape diary - vylet pony

CHAPTER 5: a new life of music and dirt fountains

she finds new friends. and slowly, she forgets.

Youth - Daughter

Tout Oublier - Angèle

La veriter - KronoMuzik

I Say - Zerator & BagheraJones

CHAPTER 6: [[We Hope You Enjoy The Island :) ]]

you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?)

Fallen Down - Toby Fox

Amnesia was Her Name - Lemon Demon

HEAVEN SAYS. - chart

Clocks - Alex Niedt

CHAPTER 7: binary green and white bears

federation? codes? where am i?

Your Best Friend - Toby Fox

Beware The Friendly Stranger - Boards of Canada

01001010 01000001 01001101 - Red Skies Project

Untrust Us - Crystal Castles

CHAPTER 8: cherished egg

the island has granted me the gift of motherhood.

Daughter - Sleeping at Last

I'm a Survivor - Reba McEntire

Apple Pies and Butterflies - Blue Wednesday

Little Moth - chloe moriondo

CHAPTER 9: petit frère

APLUPLUUUUUU

Anything You Can Do - Bernadette Peters, Tom Wopat

Amor de irmão - Barão Vermelho

Brother - Kodaline

For Forever - Ben Platt

CHAPTER 10: can I call you Bébou?

(gifting furniture is his love language.)

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend - Powerwolf

It's Alright - Mother Mother

Chateau - Angus & Julia Stone

CHAPTER 11: ordo theoritas

call her apollo, because her theories ALWAYS turn out correct.

Cry Babies - cclorox

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

CHAPTER 12: don't you want to become a leader?

the election arc.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A - Toby Fox

Blood // Water - grandson (first death: whale)

14.3 Billion Years - Outer Wilds (second death: the tower)

Brutus - The Buttress

Animal Farm - BIBI

CHAPTER 13: There is no escape this time.

a childhood bedroom hidden beneath engine steam.

Everything Stays - Rebecca Sugar

715 - CREEKS - The Nor'easter

Memories - The Midnight

Look who's Inside Again - Bo Burnam

CHAPTER 14: "Pomme reviens... les gosses me manquent."

she waits for things to change. she seeks her origins.

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

CRT Days - Waveshaper

Implanted Memories - Infinity Frequencies

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

CHAPTER 15A: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part I

i don't want to leave. i can finally be myself, here.

Wonderland - Caravan Palace

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Chainsaw Girl - Chainsaw Girl

Family - Mother Mother

CHAPTER 15B: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part II

adios, bolas. i won't leave without her.

Idioteque - Radiohead

Eat Your Young - Hozier

My Friends - Oh Wonder

Goodbye - Bo Burnham

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

[kitcactusart]

Wormwood (her name is actually Maple)

Stitch

If I do more with this I’m thinking of calling it Mudd Creek

[fulgurmancy]

Names and Titles based on Forests / Nature . . . for @hisreturn's 150 follower event : a non-character thing you relate to

Titles, notes, and plain text below cut.

NAMES ,, rowan , birch , aspen , ash / ashwood , sequoia , redwood , sycamore , fir , pine , maple , allthorn , arrow / arrowwood , alder , elder , buck / buckthorn , boxwood , beech , cy / cypress , myrtle , cedar , ches / chestnut , juniper , hazel , holly , hawthorne , hickory , rose / rosewood , yew , oak / oakley , elm , willow , pop / poppen / poplar , mulbery , almond , fig , fern , moss , lichen , ginger , wormwood , thistle , valerian , hyrcinian , vercors , river , creek , reed / reid , shaw , wild / wilder , ainsley , amber , autumn , vern / vernal / vernon , clover , elwood , fern / ferne / fearne , florence , forest / forrest , rain / raine , ridley , robin / robyn / robynne , yale , wren , any flower name , any bird name , any animal name

( many are taken from my own hoard )

EPITHETS* ,, the forest guardian / forest guardian {name} , the woodsman , of the fallen leaves , the {forest animal} , the antlered one , the ent / {mythical forest creature}

SOBRIQUETS** ,, {prn} of the fallen leaves , {prn} of the towering trees , {prn} who sits in high branches , {prn} who guards the meadow , {prn} who dances in the glades / meadow / forest / woods , the {title of nobility*** / noun} of the glades / meadow / forest / woods , guardian of the woods / etc. , keeper of the woods / etc. , beloved by nature , beloved of the woods / etc. , {prn} covered in bark / (fallen) leaves , {prn} of the earth , {prn} to whom the forest belongs

*meant to be used following a name, but some can be used in isolation

**meant to be used solely in isolation

***examples: lord / lady / laird, duke / duchess, king / queen / monarch

[ Plain Text: Names and Titles based on Forests/Nature ... for @/hisreturn's 150 follower event (link to event post): a non-character thing you relate to. End Plain Text. ]

[psychosomatic-agrypnia]

How far can the butterfly effect really reach?

I mean, if maybe, Adam had said no, would women have conquered this world while Adam paced in his gilded cage? Would Eve have withered like the apple bearing the mark of her sin?

If Jesus had said no to his father, would he have saved many more on earth? Would he have become a brother to the downcast, his wine-sweet breath turned sulfur?

If my mother had said no - if she had not given me away, sent me down the river like Moses in his cradle - would I have been free from watching my kind be beaten into submission? Would fear for my own still boil my blood and cause me to strike out? Would I have gone to my brother's funeral, or would I have fled and tried to rescue who I could on my way out?

My home, the place that was once my haven, where I was royalty, now is a revolting name on my tongue. And yet I drink it in like the bitter water of the wormwood creek, let the memories turn my mind, leave me just as dry and bitter as the withered tree that poisoned my lifeblood. I cough and wheeze and claw at my throat as my freedom suffocates me.

But maybe somewhere there is a world where my mother said no. Where I never knew what I was missing in this desert. Where I do not strike out in rage at those who love me.

Maybe there is a life where I still believe that God is good.

[pottergarden]

Potter’s Garden

Harry/Ginny

An adult Harry weeds his vegetable garden and thinks about his current and long-term struggles. AO3

When Harry had first learned to weed a garden using magic in Herbology class it had felt like liberation.

He’d spent many summer days, on his Aunt’s behest, bent over flower bushes or on his hands and knees in mulch: pruning, picking, weeding. The sun had burned the back of his neck, the edges of his ears, and baked the back of his oversized, frayed t-shirt until it was hot to the touch. Gardening had been hard work with no reward. No matter how meticulous he worked, it did not soften Petunia toward him. Her expression was still cold and her words were still harsh. The work Harry did around the Dursley’s had been preventative at best. Giving them one fewer reason to degrade him.

But, then he’d gone to school. With a wave of his wand in the greenhouses: swish and never again. Hours of toil in seconds.

Now, here he was in the back garden of their own home, their children off at school and beyond. It was early September and last gasps of summer clung meagerly in the air. It would’ve been a bit hot in the sun’s gaze if not for the breeze that whispered through grass and branches. Harry was once again bent over the garden, weeding.

As he’d aged, the more he craved to do daily tasks without magic. Magic was so easy now, too easy. A shortcut that was cheap and dispassionate. Harry felt there were some things that were simply better when you did them the hard way. Bread filled their stomachs just a bit more when he kneaded the dough himself. The flavors of their stews were just a bit richer when he chopped the ingredients, knife in hand.

With so many things in life, you get what you give. And their garden had given them so much over these long years. It had given them vegetables for family meals. Carrots, peas, beans, and potatoes had graced their family dinning table, privy to all the stories and laughter surrounding them there. The garden had given him ingredients for his sleeping draughts. Wormwood, valerian, and asphodel, picked from among their herbs, brewed, and set on his bedside for those nights he simply could not quiet his mind. The garden had given him a place to play and work with his family. It had given them beauty.

Offering the garden his time and the personal attention of his hands felt only fair after all that it had given. It deserved his love, and what is love if not personal attention?

With a creek of the old wooden backdoor Ginny appeared, her face only half illuminated by the harsh light of the afternoon sun. Harry knew she was there but he didn’t look up. He felt something inside his chest twist uncomfortably and he pretended to be unaware of her.

“You want to go for a run with me?” she asked gently.

Harry resisted the urge to refuse. A run would do him good. And he needed to face this conversation. Paying no serious mind to his feelings is what caused him to act like that in the first place.

“Yeah. Just as soon as I finish up here. I’m almost done.”

“Okay, I’ll be in the study. Let me know,” Ginny said, satisfied. She retreated inside.

Harry returned to his task, grasping at a few cleaver stocks. Their thin, succulent leaves felt tacky and stuck lightly to his fingers and arm.

Realistically, the issues had probably begun yesterday at the Ministry. His newest Junior Auror recruit was an enthusiastic and funny young wizard. The kid was a decent dueler, but still struggled with his Disillusionment Charm and other aspects of concealment. He’d asked Harry if he had the time to tutor him again this Friday. Though Harry had agreed at once, he felt a bit of resentment brewing in him for the rest of the day. Didn’t this kid know how busy he was on Friday? Of course he didn’t, Harry hadn’t told him as much. It left him wondering why sometimes it seemed he was physically incapable of saying “no” to people he cared about when they asked for help.

Harry held at the base of a couch grass bundle and pulled up gently. He heard the soft pops of little roots ripping. A great clump of soil came up, woven in with the wide sprawling roots. Harry gave it a few shakes and dirt confettied back down onto the garden floor.

Then, at home the night previous, he’d argued with Ginny about James.

“He’s eighteen, and he’s not doing anything that crazy!” Ginny had said animatedly. “He just wants to go out to some pubs.”

“It’s still dangerous for him to be running around without any sort of escort,” he’d argued.

“He’s an adult, Harry.”

“Adults can get kidnapped.”

“When are you going to stop feeling responsible for every bad thing that ever happens!?” she yelled at the ceiling.

Harry stopped. She looked angry now. His jaw clenched shut. His feet became heavy on the floor and his muscles pulled tight like strings. A creature in his chest banged its fists on the unmoving walls of his body, begging him to run from the room. He was back again under the boot of his aunt and uncle’s wild anger. Unsafe and powerless to do anything about it.

Seeing him freeze, Ginny sighed. “You try so hard to protect everyone. He’s going to be fine, I promise.”

In the end, Harry had resentfully agreed.

He pulled at the base of another little plant, lost to his thoughts, and felt a sharp sting at the back of his index finger. A stinging nettle. He rubbed his thumb where it throbbed under the skin. He probably should’ve been using gloves, he thought, but now he was in for penny.

What had finally broke him was of course something very stupid. After a terribly early start to work and a wild day, Harry returned this afternoon, greeted Ginny, and went straight for the pantry.

“I thought you said you’d be able to stop by the market after practice?” asked Harry an edge to his voice.

“I was pretty tired. And we’re still planning on going Saturday,” explained Ginny. “We’ve got more than enough to cook until then.”

“Yeah, but we’re out of biscuits,” complained Harry, clearly annoyed.

Ginny reminded him that his anxiety about keeping the pantry full and available, was from his food insecurity as a kid. The Dursley’s had punitively controlled how much he ate and he’d often gone to his cupboard hungry.

Shame twisted in his gut when she pointed this out. How could he still be having issues with that? With shame came the defensiveness. His shoulders and jaw tensed. His brain went blurry with anger. He stood for a few long moments stewing until something that had been building under the surface since yesterday burst through. He threw up his hands and lashed out with, “Well, if you hate me so much, just leave!”

Ginny looked at him, a disapproving frown on her face.

Harry in his right mind knew it was a ridiculous thing to say. He and Ginny were crazy about each other and they loved their life together. But there was something that happened when the hurt child in him was set off. It made him drop all logic.

He absolutely wouldn’t ever want Ginny to leave his life. But, there was a part of him, still, that couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to be with him. Especially Ginny. Ginny who was so smart and funny and beautiful. That she had chosen to marry him did not register to the hurt child in him. That child could only look inside and see the mediocre, constantly failing, waste of space. It only saw parents that left without a trace. It only saw a family that locked him away and could not love him.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had mumbled at his shoes, coming back to himself. “I don’t mean it.”

Ginny reached out slowly and took his hand in both of her’s.

“I know,” she said softly. “Let’s each take a few minutes, eh?”

And here he was, in the garden.

He pulled at the base of an unwanted thistle, but this time the plant ripped. The stem and leaves pulled away, but it’s roots remained firmly entrenched in the soil. This one would come back another day soon it seemed.

For all the weeding, it seemed he could never ever be rid of all those unwanted plants. But the more he worked at them, the more manageable they were.

Harry straightened up and looked around at his handiwork.

Pumpkin plants vined out wildly. Lush mint, rosemary, and sage rippled in the breeze. The last few succulent beans and peas of season hung camouflaged amongst their leaves.

He was more than the pain and fear that kept returning in him. He had also cultivated kindness, bravery, forgiveness, and love. Despite it all, he was thriving.

Harry made his way to the study and found Ginny there as she’d said. She sat gazing thoughtfully out the front windows, a magazine sat open on her lap. She stood up at the sound of him entering, her brown eyes looking hopeful. He crossed the room and took her into his arms. She hugged him back tightly.

“I’m ready,” he finally whispered.

And he was. Ready to talk. Ready to continue to grow together.

[enbyboiwonder]

I forgot the entire reason I’ve been wanting to write a DQIX AU for like forever is that I keep expecting to see wings whenever I use Shining Shot.

(My first time attempting to write it, I got way too ahead of myself and it turned out I was misremembering a lot, and I wasn’t sure how to fix it, so I had to scrap it. The second time, I changed some of the characters around, but I ended up keeping Nine the same, which made it difficult to let go of some things I needed to. I hadn’t officially scrapped it, more just let it fall to the wayside, but… yeah. Hopefully third time’s the charm.)

Good news is, I can recycle some of it. Some of it I can’t, and some of it I simply want to do something different. New characters means new ideas!

More good news—I’m pretty sure I will be able to have Warwick from Wormwood Creek after all! Although there are some other things I’ll have to work out. The Gittish Empire destroyed Brigadoom 300 years ago, so the Wormwood Creek incident would have been around then too, wouldn’t it? So why would the Guardian statue only have gotten moved from its place in the church about 100 years ago—200 years later? And if the serene necklace is supposed to glow when a Celestrian is around, then why did it only start to glow when Nine held it out to Serena, not back in the church? That makes it seem like Serena’s the Celestrian…

[lapetitesayo]

I'm publishing my reconstruction of Wormwood Creek's region on DQ Builders 2 !

You can now visit the village using my code :

nsG9YEftKZ

If you visit my island, please ignore the NPCs that keep on falling in the water x)

[thankourluckystars]

After this ask I feel like I should change my name from Sacrifice Anon to Angsty Anon: Continuing the "celestrians are actually former mortals" idea, what if that's what happened to Serena after she died. Corvus returns to the observatory and sees a celestrian that looks just like Serena down to the last detail. He doesn't know what to say to her, but then she walks up and introduces herself to him. Now he has to work with this celestrian that resembles his lost love forever.

Oof, poor Corvus. That’s rough, buddy.  

Still, it’s nice that they’d be able to reunite with each other in some way. Maybe it won’t be as painful for Corvus to work with reincarnated Serena after a couple centuries and they can form a strong friendship later on? 

Considering all the angst that you’re coming up with for these two, I feel like they deserve some kind of a happy ending?  

[glitchsyndrome]

top 5 films :)

american psycho

pacific rim

dead poets society

persepolis

whisper of the heart

[mrsometimes11]

Poll Time: DQ9

Time for another DQ9 Poll

Honourable mention to the one in the Observatory, it's quite nice, if a bit small, but the services are limited, and I'm not entirely sure why the angels need a distinct area to be a church, you'd think the entire place would basically be a big church.

Dishonourable mention to imprisoned priest at the Gortress, he doesn't have a church, and as I recall he chooses to remain in prison after being freed, and to the ghost priest at Gittingham Palace, again no church, and dead.

[thefundiesims]

The Pancakes Residence, Willow Creek 8:19 pm

Hey y’all, Eliza here! My PRECIOUS oldest son Ignatius recently aged up into a teenager. Now that he is old enough, the Watcher has put it on his heart to share some GOSPEL on the internet. Here’s his first vlog segment, hopefully the beginning of a lifelong LOVE of MINISTRY!!

Hello, everyone. Welcome to “A MAN’s Perspective” with me, Ignatius Pancakes. As followers of the Watcher, we need to be as far from the secular world as we can possibly be. When you're out and about and you're walking around, can people tell that you're different from anyone else? Especially ladies. Do you walk around dressed in a way that is appropriate and pleasing to the great Watcher? I'm gonna tell you something right now. And this is geared specifically towards young ladies. A good, Watcherly guy is not going to be interested in you if you dress inappropriately. The Watcher will bless you with a better guy if you choose to have a higher standard. How do I know this? I'm a guy. I know what guys look for. Remember Proverbs 5 says: “The lips of a strange woman drop as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil. But her end is as bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.” Hear that? That’s talking about HARLOTS who dress immodestly. Okay? It’s that simple.

Iggy: How did I do, mama?

Eliza: That was great, Iggy! You’re growing into such a wise, Watcherly young man.

[hella1975]

assigning modes of transportation to albums based on vibes is very relaxing to me what are some albums or songs you like and are they train, bus, plane, or car

this is. genuinely such a cool ask your mind is beautiful

im gonna stick to albums and also focus more on the mode of transport bc otherwise i literally will NEVER shut up. still this got long anyway which i think we all saw coming:

train albums:

punch by autoheart

goodnight paradise by graveyard club

i love my mom by indigo de souza

teens of denial by car seat headrest

happier than ever by billie eilish

a brief inquiry into online relationships by the 1975

kid krow by conan gray

ruin by the amazing devil

bus albums:

all four lumineers albums

bury me at makeout creek by mitski

strange trails by lord huron

dear wormwood by the oh hellos

wilder mind by mumford and sons

keep the village alive by the stereophonics

high as hope by florence and the machine

the horror and the wild by the amazing devil

hozier by hozier

plane albums:

folklore by taylor swift

inside by bo burnham

carrie and lowell by sufjan stevens

immunity by clairo

dopamine by borns

punisher by phoebe bridgers

melodrama by lorde

born to die by lana del ray

fine line by harry styles

car albums:

hypersonic missiles by sam fender

sour by olivia rodrigo

harry styles by harry styles

zeros by declan mckenna

what do you think about the car by declan mckenna

hot fuss by the killers

favourite worst nightmare by arctic monkeys

guide to love, loss and desperation by the wombats

an awesome wave by alt-j

kiddo by jessie reyez

the balance by catfish and the bottlemen

melophobia by cage the elephant

a couple songs off the top of my head that just have Vibes: the killing moon by echo and the bunnymen, vesuvius by sufjan stevens, the funeral by band of horses and backbone by kaleo <3