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they/them
don’t move
[image description: photo of op standing outside in the woods from the thighs up. they wear a dark green tunic, leather fingerless gloves, and a dark green cloak with a fur mantle and the hood up. op is a white person with long wavy brown hair worn down. they hold a longsword in a high guard pointed toward the camera. end image description.]
(An attempt to make writing inspired by adventurecore and other such aesthetics, as I've seen some blogs doing something similar)
Night had long fallen, glittering stars decorating the dark sky in scattered patterns, visible just beyond the stretching treetops. The air was chilled, a telltale sign of the incoming winter.
Your only source of warmth this evening was the soft cloak draped over your shoulders, and the fire that you shared with a caravan. Dirtied bowls from dinner lay by your feet, scraped clean of the stew and bread handed to you earlier.
Soft chatter flitted about the camp; fellow travelers bid each other goodnight, while others held conversation.
You took no part in the discussions, sitting with the few people still awake this evening, paying little attention to what was being said as you looked through the journal in your hands. Leather bound and riddled with sketches and descriptions of the places you’d been and sights you’d witnessed.
A map, pasted into the weathered pages, sat open before you. Your brows were furrowed as you trailed a thin pencil along the marked out roads, carefully tapping the lead on places you needed to go and those you probably shouldn’t.
……
You didn’t know how long it’d been since the silence fell on the camp, all except for the crackling fire. Logs popped, sparks flying into the air. Eyes were on you, expectant.
Slowly, you lifted your head, looking around at the group of people that sat around you. Carefully closing the journal, you set it on the beaten up satchel that sat beside you, before clearing your throat.
“Did I miss something?”
A man, one of the caravan leaders, with messy brown hair and chin lined with stubble, smiled. “I asked about your travels. You’re an adventurer, right?”
So this song I'm sharing is super near-and-dear to me. This artist is who I listened to every night while I fell asleep as a child. And this song in particular, is one that I've sang over and over again; while sitting by the fire, resting in the woods, weaving by the window, dancing in the rain, and every moment in between! It was, and is, my absolute favorite ballad, with so much emotion and a truly beautiful story to tell. One of history, and one that was originally a poem found in the pages of an old book and, for many, nearly lost to time.
Guys, whatever happens, never let me travel to a fantasy world. I would die immediately. The second I saw something fluffy, regardless of if it was a beastkin person or a dire wolf or an actual, real, live forest monster, I would risk my life to pet the fluff and die smiling.
A stew for a young vagabond?
Me and my mates recently snuck into the private chambers of a certain shady nobleman while he was throwing a masquerade. We had to dress up and everything! My mentor dueled him and won, and I got his treasured cutlass. Isn't it a beauty? He's at our hand now. Won't be harming others for a while!
Heard he picked it off a pirate king some many years ago, but that's just rumors..
Certainly! You look like you could use a good meal.
My my... what an adventure. What a story! And the cutlass is pretty, it's a wonderful souvenir that I'm sure will be quite useful to you. (Though not here, I hope.)
Well, enjoy your stew!
𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡
News and Daily Quest
Daily Quest: If you have a pet, go find them and cuddle with them for a while, they deserve it.
..I humbly ask for adventurecore/rangercore/(other such aesthetics) based writing suggestions
(I write like this btw)
