Jun 13, 2023
I love when ppl zeldapost like “this nod to ghibli is lovely :)” and the nod is a near direct replica
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I love when ppl zeldapost like “this nod to ghibli is lovely :)” and the nod is a near direct replica
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Nausicaa of the valley of the wind 🌿
Introductory Trouble
“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress?”
Grath stared at Lady-Commander Halva and searched for some way to keep her from punching him out.
Militant was her usual look, but she looked even more displeased than usual. King or no, she would flatten him if he annoyed her enough.
The polished steel armor didn’t help, but even in stockings Halva towered over him and could beat him stupid with one hand tied behind her back.
“The elves will be there,” he told her hopefully. Given, he had been working to keep Halva and her women AWAY from the all-too-interested elves. “And all the nobility. We need to put on a show.”
“I show my best effect in armor,” Halva said indignantly. She might have said more, but the door swung open to admit the Elvish princess, Isera.
Grath stifled a curse. Marn was supposed to be keeping the impossibly beautiful princess occupied. Preferably elsewhere.
His fear was realized the moment Isera’s eyes landed on Halva. Her lips parted and her cheeks flushed delicately pink. Somehow she managed to look breathless even standing still.
Halva’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the elvish princess. Not an uncommon reaction to Isera. Grath was used to her and she was still so beautiful she was hard to look at.
“I am Isera Jysletae,” the princess introduced herself and glided forward. Halva somehow gathered her wits enough to bow over her hand, and then didn’t release it.
Isera’s blush darkened, and so did her eyes. Her fingers curled around Halva’s.
“Princess, this is Lady-Commander Halva of Moorhold.” Like it it not, it was Grath’s job to be polite.
“You are magnificent,” Isera breathes, and stepped closer, Halva’s hand in hers. “I should very much like to learn more about your armor. For instance- how does it come off?”
Grath choked on his own spit and a decidedly predatory expression replaced the dumbstruck stare on Halva’s face.
“It is very complicated,” Halva purred, conforming Grath’s worst fear in a single sentence. “I need assistance, you see.”
“Please,” Isera was devastating when she wasn’t trying. With all her focus on something she wanted, she was unstoppable. She wasn’t even pointing it at him, and he could barely think. “I am sure I could learn, with a little guidance.”
“I will teach you,” Halva agreed. Grath never even KNEW she could make a throaty growl like that, and it was just as intimidating as the rest of her.
Then again, Isera seemed perfectly happy about it. She still had Halva’s hand and showed no sign of letting go. Quite the opposite, she turned that heartbreaking gaze on Grath.
His heart broke, just a little, but that was normal.
“Excuse us,” she said prettily in her lilting elvish accent. If she didn’t look so damned hungry, he would almost believe her innocent smile. “The Lady-Commander has promised to teach me about armor. You understand, I am sure?”
Grath understood just fine.
“I need her back before dinner,” he grumbled. Isera laughed and towed Halva towards the door insistently.
The princess laughed. Grath barely had time to see Halva scoop her off her slippered feet before the door slammed shut behind them.
Perfect. Just perfect.
Hopefully his castle would survive them.
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beneath the Toxic Forest
the Toxic Forest
Expedition
Dmitry Vishnevsky
Toxic Forest
Depicts 139,000 cigarette butts, equal to the number of cigarettes that are smoked and discarded every 15 seconds in the US. Cigarette butts are the number one littered item found in America’s public spaces including parks, beaches, waterways, and urban environments. This form of litter has far-reaching impacts on the environment: littered butts leach numerous toxic chemicals and carcinogens, contaminate water sources, and poison wildlife. The filters are made of cellulose acetate, a type of plastic that does not biodegrade.
Artist Chris Jordan assembled a digital image called ‘Toxic Forest’ which is exactly how it sounds—it is composed of individual, high-resolution photos of hundreds of cigarette butts that he gathered from various places around Austin and Seattle.
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