#stone soup

[saltedsnailstudio]

Stone Soup

linocut on lokta paper

[biblicalsserafim]

stone soup has infected my brain in a major way

[fernsehn]

Prince of Pieces (unreleased song)- David Duchovny Live at Latitude fest...

Hate me or whatever for innocently sharing some music lol.

I think this is David and band's best song yet.

And that's the best version of it.

A faster pace, an amazing intro. Yes David kinda struggles with the pitch in the beginning but honestly in this version with the song being a little dirtier in general it just doesn't bug me. Who cares.

This version is such a triumph for david's whole musical endeavour, I don't get why they didnt commit to the strong suits of this song for the album version.

[itsstillmaggie]

My first submission for @ensquare-events 's Good Enough zine!

This is a part of their second issue with the theme of "Lack of Skill", so I drew Stone Soup!

Stone Soup is a story about a traveler who, after being kicked out of a town, sets up camp outside, boils a cauldron of water, chucks a stone inside and tells any of the passerbys that their making Stone Soup. The traveler asks if the person could add something to the soup to make it better and after awhile, the soup is finished and everyone who worked on the soup gets to have some when it's done.

That idea felt fitting for a zine.

You can find the finished zine here!

[nevertheless-moving]

Continued from this au, where Kaladin gets strung up for a highstorm instead of thrown in prison during Words of Radiance, inspired by @gnecrognomicon

"The King ordered-"

Adolin rolled his eyes. "I am the King's cousin, you seriously believe I would go against his word and cut this man free? In front of a crowd of witnesses?" His tone somehow grew even haughtier the longer he talked.

"Now step back, I said l will speak with him alone."

The guards reluctantly moved away, and the prince stepped close enough that Kaladin could hear his low whisper.

"Say the word and I'll cut you free."

Kaladin blinked, looking at Adolin. He saw only open sincerity.

"...You're serious," Kaladin said.

"Sureblood is a minute's gallop away. I know you're not comfortable on horses, but a Rhysadium is different, he would never throw someone against my wishes. His saddlebags are already packed with a month's supply of food, not to mention enough bromes to hire passage on any ship in any port."

"Ship?" Kaladin asked, bewildered, but the princeling just kept going.

"We can make it to a stable in the outercamps before the stormwall hits. The moment the riddens start, we'll be gone - most won't be able to get their mounts out as early as us."

"Us?"

"Of course, they won't dare to shoot if I'm in the saddle, and anyway Sureblood wouldn't ride without me. I'll return once I see you safe to a port, there will be a punishment but -"

"Brightlord-" Kaladin said quietly. He was sure his expression was doing something strange. Hopefully the guards wouldn't read too much into it.

"Oh! A copy of your writ of freedom is also in the saddlebags - and your Horneater cook packed the meals! And when I say I packed enough bromes to hire a ship, I meant emeralds. You could buy a ship. You'd never have to work a day in your life, if you didn't want."

"Princeling, this is very -"

"Renarin will look after your men until I return, he won't let Elhokar or any of the Highprinces touch them, I swear. I wasn't able to get a spanreed, not without Aunt Navani noticing, but you should be able to hire one easily enough- I'll support your men in leaving the camps, it -"

"Adolin."

The prince finally stopped.

Kaladin took a deep breath, willing himself not to pull in stormlight to help with his throbbing headache. "I appreciate your willingness, I really do."

And he did, to his surprise. He was oddly touched by how much thought the brightlord had clearly put into the escape attempt. This wasn't a spur of the moment idea. Not to mention, there would no gain in it for Adolin, and quite a lot of risk.

"We can do it," Adolin said desperately. "Ten heartbeats and you'll be free. I can even get the soulcast manacle off completely, once we stop and rest, weaken it with -"

Kaladin laughed, the sound shocking Adolin into quiet again, the sound shocking even himself.

"I'll be alright, princeling." He smiled slightly, despite himself. "But thank you. Sorry to waste all your planning."

Adolin narrowed his eyes. "You swear it? This isn't a dramatic suicide attempt, after your earlier, equally dramatic ones failed?"

"I already decided against that, ages ago."

For some reason, the prince didn't seem comforted. The lines around his eyes tightened further.

"Your vow," he insisted.

Kaladin hesitated a moment, and he could see Adolin's right hand twitching to the side.

"I'm not going to promise I won't die," he said, exasperated. "You're a soldier, you know that there's no guarantees. I could get unlucky."

He lacked the delirious, instinctive confidence he felt last time he went into the storm. But he could feel the cool press of spheres, each from a different one of his men, sewn to the inside of his shirt by Hobber. So much more than last highstorm.

It had been difficult to breathe, in the worst of the tumult, but he also had a much better grasp on his powers this time, thanks to training with Sigzil, Rock, and Lopen. He should be able to draw in more than enough.

"I have...better reason then most to believe I'll survive this. I'll be alright. I'm not running."

Syl stood next to Adolin's shoulder. She had listened to the whole speech with thinly veiled wonder. Even though he knew she would be devastated if he broke his oath to flee, she had gasped and looked pleadingly at the mention of a ship. Kaladin smiled at her.

The prince glanced suspiciously at the air next to him, then started visibly.

Syl, in girlish form, giggled, sticking out her tongue, then turned into a ribbon of light, moving straight at the prince, causing him to blink as his yellow and black hair was shifted softly in the breeze.

She made a ring around Kaladins head, then zipped up, joining her cousins playing in the eddies above, the winds just beginning to pick up, sky growing dark.

It wouldn't be long now.

Adolin watched her go with a curious expression, then cocked his head at Kaladin.

"Stormblessed, huh?"

Kaladin just shrugged in reply. Well, he tried to anyway. The chains didn't have much give.

"Adolin, I gave my word that I'd see this through."

Adolin finally slumped, stepping back.

"Your men didn't think you'd run either. This still isn't right even if you do have... something on your side."

Kaladin didn't try and shrug again.

[supersumc]

Frankly, I think the reason why LEGO doesn't bring back BIONICLE and instead has started giving us a new Tahu every couple of years can be summed up in this video. When they revealed the 90 Years of Play set, it unleashed a Gali-level flood of MOCs in the style, and the same has happened with the GWP Tahu and the BIONICLE Cosplayer Tahu: Fans seeing what LEGO has given us and recreating so many characters both canon and fanon in the style. LEGO doesn't need to bring BIONICLE back; all they need to do is give us a metaphorical stone in a cauldron and together we'll feed ourselves with the soup our community makes out of it together.

[twstfairytales]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

"I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone soup with cabbage is even better." -The Soldier, Stone Soup @kestrius

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[beatsforbrothels]

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