If it gets what it wants, I don’t think much of Percy will be left.
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No Mercy Percy! I finished TLOVM without knowing anything about c1 and I just loved it, especially all the reveals about Percy and Orthax—so I brought back the textured brush! I love painting in this style, I should really do it more. This painting was such a blast! (Hehe)
21 January 2000 :: 20 years ago, portraits of the hobbits and other members of the Lord of the Rings cast are taken in New Zealand for two articles in Vanity Fair: a first glimpse of the hobbits, which would appear in the April 2000 issue of VF, and a slightly longer piece with full character portraits which appeared in the September issue.
So, last campaign we had Sprinkle, a rodent that was a pet that the group pretended was dead because it was hilarious. This campaign we have Pate, a rodent that everyone pretends is alive because its hilarious.
Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy
because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband
was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But
she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but
no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and
followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown
woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest,
to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into
the old well there, and she wished for a child.
“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice,
a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it
together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I
know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may
set conditions.”
“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there
was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What
condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”
“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her
head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or
passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be
hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”
“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a
hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test
there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into
her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The
hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat
this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes
straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate,
plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You
will have what you ask for.”
[ID: A video of Laura and Travis as they interact with some birds. Full transcription below. /end ID]
[Laura casually holds out a piece of bread with an air of indifference.]
Laura: “Oh, you know, they’re just, like, hanging out—” [As she speaks, four small sparrow-like birds fly directly to her hand and peck off bits of the bread. Her words turn into a squealing laugh, clearly shocked and delighted that that happened. The birds return and continue plucking pieces off her bread while she laughs.]
[The video transitions to Laura holding out bread while singing “Feed the Birds” from Mary Poppins. Several birds are obligingly taking her offering without hesitation. It’s a very Disney Princess moment.]
Laura, singing: “Feed the birds, tuppence…”
[The video quickly cuts to Travis, behind the camera, offering a piece of bread toward a large rooster. He’s also singing, and the song picks up roughly where Laura left off.]
Travis: “—tuppence a ba—” [The rooster pecks the bread from his fingers roughly.] “—ow!”
[ID: A screenshot from the video above. Laura’s mouth is massively wide with surprise as a bird lands right on her finger to take the bread. /end ID]
love how this whole “new people coming to tumblr now” situation has exactly the vibe of strange showing up in the saloon of an old western town and stepping on the creaking floorboard
”Listen up, Stranger. Since you already stumbled in here, there is a few things you should know. First of all, this is a lawless land. There is no algorithm, and there are no ways to control which posts get traction. They do, or they don’t. Second, we do not do well with influencers here. You can try, but you won’t last long. They never do. Third, no one trusts a stranger who hides behind a default icon and only watches from afar. We have dealt with those before, and it did cost us. If you want to gain trust, talk to and support your fellas, and they will eventually return the favour. Finally, we like real fights in here. This is not a place of where you get unalived. This is a place where you die.”
