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[yourfavinablender]

King Pixlriffs from Empires SMP Season 1 has been put in a blender (THE POSSIBILITIES)

[flowersinthedaark]

The Rivendell Festival, moments before chaos ensues

My piece for @royalcrownzine let's gooo

[venixthelorekeeper]

So.....this is the best money I've ever spent. I will figure out the crown later.

[venixthelorekeeper]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Transcending Transformation

fun little oneshot, still fighting to remember to advertise my work :]

[venixthelorekeeper]

Merry Christmas, Tumblr (tried to finish it on time but o well)

Have a S2 Pix. And a Magical Girl. Actually I like you have both!

I think we should do more magical-girling of our favorite little guys. They deserve it. As a treat :]

[valoisfulcanellideux]

I was looking back through my files for These Stones Remember, and came across this: Paix's final letter to Mhenheli before the maelstrom that destroyed Paixandria. I still love this font (it's called 'a Ahlan Wasahlan') which I'd decided to use for Paix's handwriting.

Text version behind the cut.

Chaperone,

If I made it to safety then you will never read this, for I will remove it from my desk before you have a chance to see it. However, if your eyes rest upon these words now, know that I met my fate with acceptance and honour.

I pass the title of Regent to you. My people are now in your hands. The copper crown will never be worn again, for I left no bloodline and it will tolerate no other bearer, but I pray you keep it safe. If the palace still stands, you will find the crown secured within a copper-lined oak box in the large wooden chest in my Robing Room. It is safe to pick up when in this box. 

I required that promise of you because - of all those who surrounded me in my time as king - you were my shadow and my constant. You alone I trust to know what to do. If the city stands, you can rebuild. If it has fallen or is dangerous, you can lead my people to a new home.

This is a great ask to lay upon your shoulders, but I have faith that you can bear it. The grace of the Vigil will guide you. Though you may not hear it as I do, its guidance will be felt strongly within you. Follow your heart, for the Vigil is Love and the heart is where it rests most comfortably.

If my body is found, I wish for no great ceremonies or an elaborate tomb. In death I am not a king; I am only a man. Simply bury me at the foot of the Vigil, that I may keep it always. If my body is not found, then I am one with the sands from whence I came. Either way I shall be at peace.

Light my candle, Mhenheli, and place it at the Vigil. None will hear my words, for I will have whispered them to the wind, but I write them here that at least one other knows them: 

My name has been Paix al-Lareiff. My life’s service has been to my people and to the Vigil. My candle will shine brightly, for I was given a second chance and I grasped it, righting a terrible wrong and saving my people.

Paix al-Lareiff

[valoisfulcanellideux]

These Stones Remember II - 04 - Home

The sun was low, its light golden as it stretched over the grey stone ruins. Legs stretched out in front of him, Paix rested his notebook in his lap and leaned back against the sun-warmed wall behind him, watching as Mhenheli walked down the broken cobblestone road toward him, tucking something into his pants pocket. “You’ve been gone for hours,” Paix said, looking up as Mhenheli bent to ghost a kiss over his cheek. “Find anything interesting?” “A couple of small, ruined buildings by the waterside,” Mhenheli said, settling down on the ground beside him. “A startled armadillo, and—” He pulled the object out from his pocket again and waved it idly, “—no phone signal.” Paix glanced at the phone screen. He knew Mhenheli used a solar charger for it, since he frequently used the notes app on it, but in the past week or so he’d clearly grown somewhat anxious about the lack of signal out here in the savannah. “Are you waiting for a call?” Paix asked softly. “Or wanting to make a call?” Idly thumbing off the phone, Mhenheli sighed and shoved it back into his pocket. “The latter,” he murmured. “I told my parents I’d be gone for a while, but it’s been almost a year. They’ll be worried at hearing nothing from me in all this time.”

A little treat for you ;)

Read it in full here: These Stones Remember II - 04 - Home

Art by Sabira | Flower of Laurelin (used with permission)

[xx-satoranogerocs-xx]

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Some self-promo: check out my post series here on tumblr called Let’s Talk Cursed Souls where you can get exclusive early information about my book :D

Copper kin :D