“Everyone says it, first-year knights are so green, they’re better off ploughed and planted with something useful!” - Keladry of Mindelan (Lady Knight, Protector of the Small by Tamora Pierce)
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@thefaeriesfyre
“Everyone says it, first-year knights are so green, they’re better off ploughed and planted with something useful!” - Keladry of Mindelan (Lady Knight, Protector of the Small by Tamora Pierce)
Random thing for people to consider is that since Laika is the saint of one way trips should Felicette be known as the saint of safe landings since she did make it back to the ground safely
tu LANCES félicette ? tu lances son corps comme la fusée ? oh ! oh ! prison pour les scientifiques ! prison pour les scientifiques pendant Un Mille Ans !
You can understand the French perfectly fine with only context but the English translation I got still had me floored
Helioprobata
“Beast Sheep” © deviantArt user papillonstudio, accessed at their gallery here
[Commissioned by @justicegundam82. Sheep with golden fleece are common in Greek and Roman mythology, but their appearance in the “Cupid and Psyche” portion of The Golden Ass is notable for making them flesh-eating and venomous. The commissioner suggested I give them a rage ability triggered by sunlight, but I went the opposite direction. Rather than having them buffed by light, I have them weakened by darkness.]
Helioprobata CR 7 N Magical Beast This giant ram is the size of a horse, with shimmering golden wool. Its mouth is oversized and filled with dripping fangs, and its horns curve menacingly.
Also known as sun sheep or solar sheep, the helioprobata are sacred creatures of the sun that are violent predators by day and calm herbivores by night. When in the area of any light, their instincts are dominated by aggression, and they roam abroad hunting and killing smaller organisms, including humanoids. As the sun sets, however, they become docile and passive creatures, although they still will defend themselves if attacked first. Helioprobata are migratory by nature, and if left to their own devices will travel great distances over the course of a year, following other herding animals to prey upon.
Some brave and powerful entities keep helioprobata, for the fine quality of their gold fleece. They do not require protection by day, and most herdsmen only tend to them at night, to avoid falling prey to their more belligerent natures. Fey creatures and giants are the most likely to tend helioprobata herds, and some nastier fey are especially fond of using them as “pranks”—encouraging their targets to pet or shear the “sheep” during the day, when they are most savage.
A helioprobata’s fleece is tinged with flecks of real gold. A creature completely shearing a helioprobata (whether it be alive or dead) can harvest gold worth the incidental treasure value for the helioprobata’s CR. If alive, the helioprobata grows enough wool to shear again in six months. With a successful DC 20 Craft (weaving) check, the fleece can be made into fine golden garments worth the creature’s standard treasure value.
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A misty hantu, formed from the lingering spirit of a murder victim. Unfortunately, their continued incarnation is liable to cause vehicular accidents due to their cloud-like forms making it hard for drivers to see.
#679 Honedge
Total time: 2h20! Okay this one can't really fit the sword in the sheath cleanly so I didn't even bother getting a picture of that. Didn't like having to scrunch up the sword bit so much trying.
“While Alanna mixed swordplay with spells—both where no one could watch her—Jonathan met the people of his city. That winter he and Alanna went down to the Dancing Dove whenever they could. Here Jon was "Johnny," the rich merchant's son George had taken a liking to. At the Dancing Dove men didn't fall respectfully silent when Jonathan spoke. They were more likely to tell him, "Ye're but a lad. Wha' d'ye know? Hush and listen t' yer elders!"
Jonathan hushed and listened. He made friends with the most dangerous thieves and murderers in theEastern Lands. He learned to pick pockets and throw dice with ease. He flirted with flower girls and watched as thieves divided their night's haul. He was seeing life very differently from the way it was seen from the palace, and he was eager to learn all he could. No one ever guessed that the heir to the throne was sitting there, sipping a tankard of ale and occasionally tossing a set of dice.” - Song of the Lioness by Tamara Pierce
#846 Arrokuda
Total time: 1h43! Like a little torpedo!! But it's a fish!
#956 Espathra
Total time: 5h30! This one was so hard to take pictures of because it's bigger than my usual crochets and the legs are so thin! Too thin even for wires, plus the ruffly tail and wings made it hard to balance.
There’s two ends of the horror spectrum
your house is fucked up
#765 Oranguru
Total time: 9h20
Counting Spoons
This morning,
I open my eyes to find only seven spoons
lying in a small, dented cup by my bed.
The world asks for twenty.
One spoon — just to sit up.
To blink against the ache in my joints,
to gather my breath and convince my heart
that gravity is worth the fight.
Two more — for a shower.
Steam curling over stiff shoulders,
the heat loosening nothing,
my hands heavy as wet towels.
One — to get dressed.
It takes all the grace I have
to pull fabric over skin
that burns at a whisper of touch.
Another — for breakfast.
Lifting the mug,
stirring the spoon,
pretending the taste matters more than the exhaustion in my jaw.
One — for a phone call.
Because words weigh more than dishes,
and smiling through pain
Keeping up appearances
is its own kind of heavy labor.
By noon, I am out of spoons.
The day still stretches,
hungry and demanding,
but my hands hold only air.
I borrow from tomorrow.
I always borrow from tomorrow.
And tomorrow will wake me
with fewer spoons in the cup.
Source: Counting Spoons
Bilbo was declared dead while he was away in the Hobbit (and had to do a bunch of paperwork to get declared alive again) but there’s no indication he was formally declared dead after leaving the Shire, even though most people assumed he had died.
Therefore I posit: having a missing person declared dead in the Shire requires the consent of their next of kin. Whoever Bilbo’s next of kin was at the time of the Hobbit (possibly Otho? I’m not sure) had him declared dead at the first opportunity but Frodo refused to ever do it.
Frodo had anxious hobbit bureaucrats knocking on his door every couple of years like ‘Mr Baggins… blease… it’s been 10 years… he was eleventy-one… can we fill out his death certificate yet’ and Frodo was like ‘absolutely not’.
Early on he genuinely couldn’t bring himself too but after a while it was more that he enjoyed irritating the local magistrate’s office than anything else.
I raise you: the hobbitish bureaucracy has no means to re-declare someone dead. They had no precedent to declare someone who was once-dead dead again. They would need the Thain, the Mayor, and the Master of Buckland to agree to changing the statute, and since the Thain and the Master are too amused by the whole henclucking that they haven’t gotten round to it just yet.
I’m upping the stakes with: last time Bilbo was declared dead when he was, in fact, not dead, they removed the law stating that you can have someone declared dead without a body, so when Bilbo left (happily aware of this legal loophole and snickering) he could never become legally dead again.
I am loving the implication here that Bilbo can literally never die in the eyes of the law. He’d love that.
a hobbit parent telling their kids the story of Mad Baggins and being like “thanks to a loophole in hobbit law he’s technically still alive today”
a hobbit child misinterprets this and lies awake at night worrying that Mad Baggins is still out there and will appear in their room without warning
Alternatively: the laws for declaring somebody dead if they’re missing for long enough are still in place, but the magistrates are just refusing to enforce them in this particular case.
After all, last time they declared Bilbo Baggins dead— which involved filling out all the paperwork necessary to declare somebody dead without a body— he had the rudeness to show up again, forcing them to do a lot more paperwork, and this time with an indignant Bilbo having a go at them while they did it.
As a result, the magistrates have decided that they’re not going to declare Bilbo Baggins dead a second time unless they have a body, a coroners report explaining the cause of death, and a three day wake to make sure that he doesn’t get up and walk away again.
Centuries later, hobbit parents tell their children that Mad Baggins is forever gone from the shire— at least until the day when somebody is stupid enough to declare him legally dead, at which point legend states that he will immediately come marching back, demanding an explanation.
Have to tell my mom about one of tumblrs many holidays
@copperbadge
Just gonna queue this up real quick for a very special day....
[ID: A bust of Julius Caesar that has been designed to hold knives and scissors for the kitchen; the tools are stuck in at several angles, simulating a multiple-blade stabbing situation. It is captioned "Julius Caesar Knife Holder" and at the bottom "Only person I know besides myself who might love this."]
This might be the funniest reply I’ve ever seen in my life
I AM WHEEZING
PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS OMFG
Have an anidala I’ve been staring at for too long
#616 Shelmet
Total time: 3h
I coloured a sketch I did of princess Lirazel a while back :)
ps: In my computer I see this picture with brighter colours, I don’t know why it is uploaded so dark on tumblr, let’s see if I can fix this… aaand changed! :P