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[asheanon]

✨🎄 Holiday Happies 🎄✨

— Gift art for @asteelgarden. 🎁💕 Featuring Benny (from @asteelgarden) and Sal (@acosmicwayfarer.)

[psychobind]

@asteelgarden liked 4 starter for me to torment a GOBLBON welcome t o north varennes

It began with a single monarch, a flicker of ember-bright orange against the blue of sky. Then, an hour later, came another. Then twelve. They did not move as a swarm, nor in thoughtless chaos, but as if guided by a silent directive.

It mattered not which direction this ornery lone traveler turned-- whether down the winding path toward the town, through the cluttered streets of Avalon, or into the dim hush of an inn-- there would be butterflies waiting. Five trailing the goblin through the marketplace. Three poised expectantly upon the inn’s doorframe, clinging to the wood as though standing guard.

It was not mere happenstance.

They were watching.

Whispering.

"You too... are far from home."

[xkuja]

☠ tell me of your rage

|| A Munday Meme on Tuesday ||

☠ Something that angers you

So much. So much angers me. None of it is significant things. I get angered by really petty things.

Like, when am standing across the street and I have pressed the button to cross a road, and then someone comes along on the other side and PRESSES THE BUTTON.

Like, what. Do they think I am just standing here at this crosswalk to admire the scenery? Are they trying to communicate some sort of condescending camaraderie, as though to say "ah fellow traveller. I too am a fellow traveller of superior consequence. Behold as my more urgent summons hastens the arrival of our electronic guardian of crosswalk justice"???

Ugh.

[tailoringtay]

Art stream doodles, featuring a lot of young versions of characters (including Dan and Dirk from my other blogs, @danthekickingman and @venomousovereignty )

Cameos from friend blogs @asteelgarden for Benny and @immoralraigan for Farus as well~

[silverymusings]

@asteelgarden

"Doth."

[rcsetorn]

also [ cloth ] from Benny coz that's actually something he can do

◈ ╼ ༺ :|    affectionate gestures || @asteelgarden |: ༻ ╼ ◈

[ cloth ] - for receiver to bath sender’s face / neck with a cloth soaked in cool water Also in reply to here~

╼ ༺ :||        "Do not," she snapped, mimicking his earlier response.

Why it unsettled her so, she knew not. Mayhaps the surprise of the coolness against a sting she had been previously unware of or the unexpected gesture at her blind side. But the fact remained she had grown to notice the Reverend's unwillingness for a helping hand from not just herself, but others as well. Even the days prior whence Benny collapsed and, quite literally, leapt from her instinctive catch. And how he declined her offer to heal his wounded hand, which could have been avoided if his sense of mercy for those suffering ego death had not hesitated. Beatrix's gaze flicked towards the still damaged hand and narrowed as if it were the source of her ire.

Too aggravated for a simple curing spell, her own well of magic was summoned as if showcasing what Benny had declined. With a wave of a hand just above her now-cleaned cheek, a brilliant and warm white light illuminated their space and the overly, minor scratch against her cheek disappeared as if it had never occurred.

"Unlike your world's magic, that of mine is capable of accelerating the body's own healing process," the General explained.

"You may stubbornly deny corporeal aid, however, do not expect me to accept your informal, consolatory assistance in turn."

[danthekickingman]

"Er..." Benny's attention remains fixated upon Dan's feet for quite some time. "... If you please... we have slippers for those who wish to tread within the church and lack proper footwear." He offers up a pair for him, making sure to prevent the man from stepping any further without blocking his path. A gentle redirection of attention, lest he otherwise aggravate the newcomer.

@asteelgarden

He processed the request for a second before a smile tugged up the corners of his lips. "I see. Thank you," he agreed without resistance, reaching to take the slippers from the stranger.

The material wasn't as rigid as other kinds of footwear, at least. With a slight bend he set them upon the floor, moving then to untie the wraps on his feet and tuck them into one of the small satchels at his waist. The metal within the fabric would dig in too much if he left them on.

Without the wraps, the multitude of scars upon his feet stared up plainly, hinting at a past of battle and endless travel - though they quickly vanished from sight as he slid his feet into the slippers.

In turn, his attention promptly returned to the being who had offered the footwear in the first place.

"I was told I should ask about lodging here," he commented, long eyebrows swaying as he tilted his head.

[royaldeceit]

@asteelgarden​ crashing in from here

╼ ༺ :||           Nearly illegible, to torn scraps of cloth still retained scribbles where her old instructor hurriedly made reference for some song- whether one previously composed or new he hummed on a whim.  Comprised mostly of high pitches and repetitions, to Daneil’s mind a song of praise.  Though to what or whom she lacked such information.  Sitting upon a stump and returning with melodious hums for unknown portions, she felt momentarily at peace.

     However, cracks and snaps silenced that delicate tune and drew their vocalist forth from her rest with readiness to bolt deeper into the forest.  Bear, boar, or some other wild creature could only be hoped for.  Whatever it was, they barreled down the mountainside.

     And then....it... unceremoniously landed at her feet.  Daneil, rather than fleeing or offering aid, stared down at the fallen, muddied figure who seemed neither beast nor man.  With that she swallowed, ironically praying this wasn’t some spirit.

     “U-um... What are you?”