#2984. Chocolate Coin Cat - Illustration
Sea Shanties 101: Let's explore
TYPES OF SHANTIES
If you've any experience in sea shanties, you've probably noticed they don't all sound the same. Some are slow, some are fast, and some are just downright sad! Well there's method behind the melody, and I'm here to tell you all about it!
A shanty frequently contains a CALL, which is what the shantyman would sing out, essentially the verses of the song, and the RESPONSE, which is what the men would sing back. For example in Haul Away Joe: the call is "Louis was the king of France before the revolution," and the response is "heave away, haul away Joe."
One of the first things to keep in mind is that shanties were used most frequently during tasks that required most of the crew. I'm now going to separate these types of work shanties into categories:
CAPSTAN SHANTIES: these shanties were used for repetitive work that was sustained, such as raising the ship's anchor at the capstan. Examples? Randy Dandy-Oh, Drunken Sailor, Eliza Lee, Barrett's Privateers (though this was written long after the age of sail!)
HALYARD SHANTIES: sung during tasks that took a very long time and required a break for a breath before the men started up again, such as hoisting a sail. Examples? Blow the Man Down, Leave Her Johnny, Hanging Johnny (Johnny really took the piss huh)
PUMPING SHANTIES: let's hope you didnt have to do a lot of pumping! Wooden ships were prone to leaking and so pumping out the water was necessary but tiresome work below decks. Examples? Santiana, Pump Shanty (surprise there)
SHORT-HAUL SHANTIES: for quick work, like shortening sails! Examples? Haul Away Joe, Paddy Doyle's Boots, Haul on the Bowline
There's some of our task shanties! Now why don't we go below and see what our off-duty men are getting up to?
Why, they're singing FO'C'SLE SHANTIES! These shanties are stories of life at sea, the work they'd done, the places they'd been, they can tell you a lot about a sailor's life. Examples? Rolling Down to Old Maui, Ben Backstay, All for me Grog
Fun! How about those far away in the polar seas hunting whales? Well I'm glad you asked because this is where we encounter WHALING SHANTIES! And yes, you guessed it, this is where Wellerman comes in! Other examples include Bonnie Ship the Diamond, The Greenland Whaler Fisheries
Now of course the most important rule of sea shanties is to have fun with your buds! Be sure to tell everyone you know about your newly-acquired shanty knowledge!
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Hey @shadows-haunt-angels ! Sorry about the late response, nothing popped up in my notifications ^^' oops.
1. I wear glasses. My distance vision isn't bad but it isn't great either. Due to misunderstandings, I need my glasses to drive.
2. I love flannel shirts. There was a point, about four years ago, where my folks basically staged an intervention about my flannel shirts lmao
3. I'm currently a VA for an audio play version of one of my current favourite fanworks! It's really fun, and I'm glad I have the opportunity to participate in this project! It's a really fun crossover au!
Fic (contains links to yt adaptation) : https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/oogways-little-owl-worm-kung-fu-panda.857691/
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#2971. Cat Chirping - Comic
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Rocking ship in icy waters. Turn on your sound!
Ship being tossed around in the water off Elephant Island, Antarctica
Oh wow! Man, the sea is wild. Look at the ship roll, dang.
more fantasy dragons should have the exact personality & intelligence of the average housecat
For example, a village wakes up in the dead of night to hear ghastly wailing. They assume the worst and hire an adventuring party to figure out the source of the unearthly ruckus. This carried on for a fortnight.
It turned out to be a dragon locked out of the tower of the wizard who befriended them. There was much misery, confusion and amusment.
I challenged my cousin mash up Brittany Spears’ “Toxic” and “O Come All Ye Faithful” and she did it in about 20 seconds
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Saving this for later… OMG
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Shantungosaurus loves a little maiasaurus
shitty horoscopes book vi: after the fall.
a volume that took way too long about life after february, and life after (or during) the blues.
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in-the-gardens-of-inspirationRebloggedcryptid-creationsFollow#2964. Cat and Mouse - Comic I’m a little rough at making comics, haha. I hope I’ll get better with enough practice. I’ll be trying one every week going forward. Artwork prints and more available in my store :) https://www.cryptidcreations.com/store/For full res WIPs, art, videos and more: https://www.patreon.com/piperdrawsTwitter • Facebook • Instagram • DeviantArt#cute#check out this artist!#cat-shaped shenanigans
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged anipwritesbattlecrazed-axe-mageFollowTHIS IS MY FIRST ROLL OF 2021 AND I’M SCREAMINGspookygiantsThis is the good luck d20. Reblog to roll into the new year with +20 epic stats#oh yes please#please#lmao I need all the luck I can get#lilac rambles
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged cywscrossmusterniillustratesFollow-The Shitty Horoscopes anthology is now funding on Kickstarter!a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.buy the zines | read them all | instagram | redbubble#oh hello?#zodiac#shitty horoscopes#fic idea
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationRebloggedin-the-gardens-of-inspirationFollowHunt of the DamnedIn the depths of an old, near-ruined keep, a hermetic mage made his home.The man sought knowledge in the way a glutton seeks their next meal, and hoarded it far better than the common dragon.He was known for his intellect, his charisma and the genius of his magical theories.It was on these three pillars that he rose in fame, in his chosen community. Mages, spellcasters and practicioners of all sorts, from all places, flocked to him, to the bare morsels of information he disseminated.His works and machinations were lauded with praise, his very presence reknowned.But it wasn't just the high, seated, magic councils that spoke his name in awe.No, his name, to human and human-presenting mages and scholars, was gold. Spoken of in the same tones as the most accomplished alchemists.Yet, in the minds and hearts of many magic beings, his name was whispered, hissed, in contempt and fear.[///]His knowledge, to many, was an astounding breakthrough, after all, (in hindsight,) using shed pieces of bone, chitin or carapace as components could boost a spell's power! And it wasn't as if the creatures who bore such things needed them.That was true of beings that shed their furs, scales, horns, teeth.But for beings of magic who didn't? How would the mage know that knuckle-bones from a satyr would improve fertility spells?[/]What most mages didn't think about was that when magical beings passed on, their soft tissues dissolved into pure magic before putrefaction set in, and their bones calcified completely, or in the case of very ancient dragons, turned to the metal they adored, adorned themself with and ate.It was only when magical beings were killed by hunters or mages that their bodies remained.[///]"It's all they know, to hunt and search, seek and kill. You cannot change the nature of a beast, after all; but you would know that, wouldn't you?"The mage-turned-beast snarled through the muzzle at his captor. They carried on, as though they hadn't heard him."You would. It seems to me you know well the brutality of man and creature alike. I'd even go so far as to say you reveled in it."And the beast's angry eyes widened, shocked."It is a touch surprising to me that you can't sense the fear and hatred your home is suffused with."The beast went from tense with anger to tense with shock and indignation. His touted-as-brilliant mind whirled. 'What? That's impossible! No-one can sense emotion.'"Ah," his captor's voice was drier than ancient bones in a desert in the midst of a drought. "I can hear your so-called superior thoughts from here. That is impressive. But that doesn't matter, back to the task at hand. You."The shadows seemed to grow long and deepen, softening the edges of the mage's bedchambers.Here was the master of the keep, no longer himself physically, and trapped, bound and gagged in his own kingdom. Here was a man of power, stripped of the very thing he craved and cultivated.[/]"Oh yes, you. You and your genius. Or shall I call it what it is?" They stared at the beast, a look that cut to the quick. From the shadows, it seemed like there were hellfire-bright eyes gazing at him."You and your brutality. Your ignorance. Because they weren't human enough, that they were magic, that they dared to live in ways you could not manage without violence."It didn't matter to you that they thought, lived and loved. Felt just as strongly as you or I do. They knew things you didn't, so you despised them."They could do so much that human magic could never hope to, that you had to find a way to exploit that."The beast winced, thoughts of rebuttals sprouting to life and dying just as quickly. That wasn't true, was it? It couldn't be.There seemed to be a chill in the air, that wasn't present before, the beast's breath fogging into clouds as he tried to free himself.The captor, whomever and whatever they were had stepped just out of the beast's line of sight, he could barely hear the soft footfalls and rustling of their robes."You captured people. Tortured and killed them all for the sake of self-righteous advancement. You interrogated a widow how best to use the bones of her wife to cast a love spell. Tortured a child for her fangs, all for a ritual dagger, which you then slew her with, just to see if it worked."Your fellows call you brilliant, worldly and cunning. They have heard you're strong and fast- as a result of your callous experiments. I wonder if they'll continue to help you who is stuck in the form that best suits his nature?"While they spoke, more and more hellish motes of light appeared in the shadowy darkness. His once-comfortable bedchambers turned before his eyes into an evil, other realm.[///]Abruptly, the chains holding the beast in place evaporated, leaving the manacles, collar and muzzle behind; and the beast fell heavily onto the mattress.He scrambled to right himself, twisting and straining, unused to the shape of his body, despite this handicap, he managed to lever himself upright, push off of the bed, and stand unsteadily at the foot of his bed.He couldn't see the creature, he was certain whatever had him bound and changed wasn't human, and the light spots in the shadows had dimmed.But the shadows remained thick and oppressive.[/]What sounded like thunder rumbled behind him, and warily, he turned.To meet multitudes of eyes, each one glowing like a crucible of molten iron.To see uncaring mouths full of knife-sharp teeth, dripping with saliva-like ichor.To hear rattling breath, sounding like a death knell, echoing in the shadow-bathed facsimile of a safe room.The voices. Terrible hissing, discordant voices saying things like: "Run away, little coward!" "Face the consequences!" "You'll be hurt like you hurt others." "Honourless." "Heartless bastard!" Screaming at him, like banshees on the moors, like owls in the dead of night, the tortured wails of the damned.Then the voice like thunder spoke, "Start running, little rat, run and pray to your god."The beast startled, and the shadows reached for him. He took a step back and the many wreathed in darkness matched him.He turned tail and fled, and the Hunt of the Damned began.[fin.]#lilac writes#original fiction#the hunt of the damned#horror#fantasy short story#my writing#bye 2020!
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationRebloggedcorvidpromptsFollow“You’re a fool,” says the monster “You are not the Hero chosen by the Goddex. You have no hope against me.”“I don’t need hope, dipshit!” shouts the hero chosen by no one “I have homicdal rage and a big fucking knife!”in-the-gardens-of-inspiration“You’re a fool,” the monster snarls, with rage in their eyes, “A dead fool, chosen by absent gods in a hope that they can curry favour with mortals!”As the abyssally dark creature with hellfire eyes spits and shrieks at the gods they once served, the gods that abadoned them, their rage and hatred towards the ‘hero’ and the gods they served grew deeper and deeper.“Hero,” spat the monster, “You are unworthy of the gods, you are unworthy to best me. Give up, mortal. You have no hope.”The hero didn’t waver as the enormous figure loomed above him, intent on smiting him.He could feel a rising snarl deep within his own chest, and bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile at the creature.“I am no ‘chosen one’!” He reached, pulled, and a mask materialized in his hand.“I belong to no god!” He cast his other hand out, around the hilt of a massive knife.“I’ve killed men who would be gods, I’ve walked through the gates of hell itself. No god above or below will shackle me!” The hero shouted back, vitriol coating his every word, “I do not need a god to tell me what to do. I do not need hope. I have my instincts,” he donned the mask, and his eyes glowed, gold on black, “You’re in my way.”When he spoke, the monster recoiled. That was both the voice of the hero, and a discordant, sinister other. What was this hero playing at?“I don’t need hope to kill you. I have my sword, my anger, and my goal. You are merely a roadblock. Rend, Zangetsu!”An intense wave of pressure washed out and over the desolate field. The monster again recoiled, this time as though they were struck by cannon fire.A hollow, echoing laugh, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere assaulted the creature.“What are you?!” They howled, afraid for the first time in eons, angry that a mere mortal could make them feel fear that strongly.The hero laughed that hollow laugh again, this time from behind the monster themself.He stared at the monster with a gimlet eye, before laughing again, the sound no longer empty, but filled with unhinged malice at the fear he found.“Your. Worst. Nightmare.”The creature lashed out, swinging their tail wildly at the man.The monster howled in pain and shock, staring at their severed tail on the ground.···················“No god or mortal has laid a hand on me since I served the gods..” The monster wheezed, an unseeing gaze settled on the blade erupting out of their chest. They collapsed on their knees, as the hero with drew his blade, and teleported to stand face to face with the dying monster.“How?” It was spoken with force the creature didn’t truly feel, wishing only to know how this hero had managed to slay them.“These gods you served, they’ve taken something from me, they’ve endangered what is mine. I will not allow that to go unpunished.” Throughout all, the man did not remove his mask, though his sword had disappeared again.“I see… You are..”The creature’s breathing was heavily laboured now, barely able to grit out the words.“Truly… A worthy hero….”With an anguished grimace, the creature pushed their remaining hand into their mortal wound, pulling out a blood-covered gem.“Take it.. Hero..”The monster’s last words were somehow both sincere and mocking, as they lurched forward. The hero moved, catching them and laying them down. The creature, once mighty, always proud, pushed the gem into the hero’s hands, their eyes closing, and their breathing taking on a death rattle.“… I’m sorry..”The hero spoke again to the monster, for the last time, “You were as much a victim as any who the gods have fucked over…”The creature did not hear him, as they drew their last breath, their body began to dissolve in motes of pale gold and blue light.The hero hung his head, mourning a monster too devoted to corrupt masters. His hands clenched, tight around the sapphire stone given to him by someone who saw something worthy in him, worthy enough to sacrifice themself for, in the end, through the pain.The man blinked back tears for the monster, who reminded him so much of people he knew that it hurt- ’Get up, King!’ He nodded to the warped voice in his soul, soon joined by another, unwarped voice. ’We have to keep moving. I doubt these so-called gods will see this in a kindly light now that you disposed of their fervent pet..’Right. The hero nodded again, and stood, tucking the sapphire away, much as he did the mask and sword.He faced the horizon again, the direction he took before the monster appeared in front of him. With nothing but a look to the blood now on his hands, he moved forwards.··················Aha, yes, well… Happy 2019!“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley’ - unknown, (abridged)”.What say you @wolfsrainrules @north-peach ??north-peach*dying- literally actually dying*Oh my Lord.I can’t even-THIS IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT@wolfsrainrules @in-the-gardens-of-inspiration OMG THANK YOU. This is GREATchaosgreymistchild@in-the-gardens-of-inspiration @north-peach @wolfsrainrulesOh my god.I can’t even.THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, THANKS YOU SO MUCH.wolfsrainrules@in-the-gardens-of-inspiration @north-peach @chaosgreymistchild DFGFGHFGDFGDF –screams– YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssYeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss thank youin-the-gardens-of-inspirationIt had been close to a fortnight when Ichigo encountered another servant to the thieving gods of this realm.He wasn’t a monster per se, merely a giant of a man, who would tower over even the gatekeeper of Seireitei, who himself was a giant of a man.The man was dressed in rags and thick golden chains that attached to manacles, and he leaned against a pillar-like staff.He too stood in Ichigo’s path, barring his view of the horizon. “Halt, hero!” The man bellowed, standing up straight, in a ready position to attack and crush the trespassing hero, “Nobody shall pass by me alive!”Ichigo smirked at the towering, cycloptic man. “Well,” he called out with a smirk, “It’s a good thing I’m not nobody*!”“Such impudence will get you killed boy, hasn’t anyone told you not to speak ill of the gods and their servants?”Ichigo gave the man an unimpressed glare. He bared his teeth at the cyclops, “In my experience, gods have been nothing but egomaniac, self-centered bastards. These gods of yours are shaping up to be no different!”The cyclops shook with fury, “How dare you! You are unworthy of being called a hero! Mayhaps the gods will be merciful, boy, ans will grant you a swift death!”With a sudden roar, the cyclops swung his staff towards the blasphemer’s head with a speed unprecedented by his size.Only to blink in astonishment as adamantine struck empty air. The blashemer had moved!··········Ichigo and the cyclops had been exchanging blows for what seemed like ages. The cyclops was unable to hit Ichigo, and despite the lack of armour, Ichigo could barely leave a scratch on the servant of the gods.He was getting frustrated. Very frustrated. And very pissed off.Ichigo materialized his mask, and let Zangetsu take control of the fight.··········Zangetsu is forced into arrancar modefights the cyclops to basically a stand still. The cyclops can’t break Zan’s hierro, and physical attacks cannot harm the cyclops because of the enchantments on his chainsWhen Zan realizes that, the fight goes very quickly towards Zan’s favour, at first.Getsuga tenshou and cero will only do so much before they become ineffective against the cyclopsSo Ichigo takes back control long enough to tap into Blut Vene and manifesting spears of light and blood.Which when combined with the previous attacks are enough to fell the cyclops.When the cyclops dies, he’s left with a massive bolt of reishi piercing his heartHe leaves Ichigo a link of his chains, as a sign of his worthiness to continueThe chains shrink down to something less like a boat chain and more like a jewelry chain.·················* : Sorry! I couldn’t really resist the nod to that one time Odysseus told a cyclops his name was Nobody and then blinded and robbed him. Ah yes, good ol’ Odysseus······@wolfsrainrules @north-peach @chaosgreymistchild 💕My pleasure! I’m glad you liked it!chaosgreymistchild*sighs in joy*@in-the-gardens-of-inspiration, I loved it.(most recent ver. here @wolfsrainrules @north-peach)wolfsrainrules—makes a noise similar to a boiling teapot— Thank you this is amazing and I love itin-the-gardens-of-inspirationIchigo scowled beneath his mask, Zangetsu was radiating bloodlust and he still couldn’t see his opponent.This was the toughest fight he’d been in since hijacking that thieving god’s transportation to rescue his sisters.··········A few days had passed since he had beaten the cyclops, and he had, with minimal issues, arrived at the largest temple in the land that was in service to the entire pantheon of gods.It was nearly nightfall when he crossed the threshold into the temple’s foyer, when all of the torches and braziers extinguished themselves and laughter maniac enough to rival Zangetsu on the worst of days resounded through the empty sanctum.’Oh no…’ Ichigo stifled a groan, this was, no doubt, going to be something of a headache.’Oh hell yes, King! Finally! A challenge! These lousy servants of the gods haven’t been very tough!’ And onn the other hand, Zangetsu was getting eager to trade blows with this new opponent.“Hoh, so you’re the hero that did in Rigvak and that freakish, overgrown lapdog…?” The voice was contemptous and spiteful, “Well, you aren’t much to look at, little hero. Let’s see you take out a true servant of the gods!”Ichigo grit his teeth and couldn’t stop the thought, ’What a bastard.’ Zangetsu laughed at that, their body forming their mask and calling their Zanpakuto forward. ’Let’s kick his ass!’Something exploded behind and to the left of Ichigo, and he jumped out of the way, only to dodge right into a sword strike from his unseen assailant.Ichigo exhaled sharply, collecting reiatsu along the edge of his blade, and reaching out with his senses. This cocky servant of the gods was sneaky, sure, but he had nothing on the likes of foes Ichigo had faced before. His opponent may not have had reiatsu, but there was a flicker of something- there!“Getsuga Tenshou!”A small shockwave blasted out from where attack met pillar, and chunks of stone went flying into the darkness.The gods’ servant was quite pissed off and his voice reflected that, “How dare you desecrate this temple! Heathen, you will suffer punishment eternal in hell!”Ichigo smirked, and blasted a cero towards the enraged speaker, lighting up the night and just grazing the preoccupied spirit.The spirit lobbed another explosion toward Ichigo, “You’ll pay for that, heretic!”·········He had been fighting with the zealot for what felt like hours, and barely managed to lay another hit on him. Zangetsu was getting pissy, and he was starting to feel a little bit of the blood loss effecting him. They had to end this fight as soon as possible.’Are ya ready King?’Ichigo pulled, Zangetsu pulled, on the connection between them- It felt like the axis of the world tipped a little. The darkness wasn’t so much of a hindrance. They felt so much stronger, more alive. And they could tell exactly where their enemy was.They readied another attack, reiatsu once again gathering on their blade, the zealot would be unable to use his fancy tricks to hide in the darkness now, and Zangetsu was ready for this.·······The zealot was a man who reminded Ichigo very strongly of Tousen. Devoted to the point of insanity.The man coughed up blood and ichor, staining their robes a crimson and jet mess, even as Ichigo-Zangetsu had a hand plunged into the zealot’s chest.“You’ll…. never win.. The gods are…. Far too strong…. To lose to you….”Even dying, the man’s faith in his pantheon was unshakeable. It was unfortunate that his gods crossed the wrong man.With a shaky, wheezing cackle, the zealot died. His body disintegrated into ashes and golden light around their hand.They blinked as lights returned to the now-ruined temple. Soft footsteps were approaching.They also had something in their hand.With an inwardly shove, Ichigo-Zangetsu’s form wavered, leaving a nearly exhausted, bloodied Ichigo holding a large, black pearl.’What the hell is it?’Before Ichigo could find out, a young woman appeared from behind the pillar that collapsed in front of him.She made a noise not unlike a muffled shriek and looked around furtively.Ichigo could feel himself growing more lightheaded, and he hoped the girl wasn’t another zealot to fight.The girl yelped, “You’re that foreign god on a rampage!”, and immediately looked like she regretted learning to speak.He gave her a quizzical look, or as close to her as he could find- was the room spinning or?’Oh shit. He’s going to faint.’That was a useful observation Zangetsu, thanks.Ichigo felt his head being lifted from the ground- when had he laid down? And heard a female voice speaking to him but it was distant and hard to follow- “You’ll be okay, there’s a healer on the way…… Oh gods, none of the clerical courses have anything about this kind of situation!”··········When he came to, it was evening, the sun was setting and- he wasn’t wearing clothes.…He didn’t scream. He didn’t.…A vaguely familar girl came rushing into the room from elsewhere, took one look at him and threw a bundle of cloth towards him with great accuracy, spun on her heel and covered her eyes.Mortified and blushing very brightly, Ichigo dressed himself, finding himself in robes very similar to the ones he had been trekking around in.He cleared his throat, and the girl whipped around. She wrung her hands, looking both worried and excited, “If you’ve rested long enough, I can supply you with rations and a map to where Siuak is!”Ichigo stepped back a little, unsure as to what she was going on about.“What I mean is, I’m an oracle and it’s very clear to me that the gods have made a mistake.”“Oh.”“Indeed. Siuak is the mortal city of the gods- where the pantheon’s main temples are, and where you’re most likely to find your quarry.”He nodded slowly, considering that. He hedged a guess and asked her, “Would it be wrong to say that you don’t have a high opinion of your gods?”“Not as of late. There have been too many missteps and mistakes.”“Right then, lead the way, I guess…”·········He was outside of the cleric’s quarters of the temple he and the zealot destroyed, looking at the map the oracle girl had given him, and despite everything, he couldn’t really make heads or tails of the map.“Wait!”He had a good vantage point from where he was sitting on the steps into the building, being able to watch as the oracle came pelting out of it, leaping over the steps and towards the forest.While ignoring Zangetsu’s laughter, he yelled after the oracle, “I haven’t left yet!”She skidded to a halt and turned very quickly, to sprint back to the stairs.“I forgot to tell you how to get to Siuak, and where this temple is. I’m sorry!”“It hasn’t been a problem yet, don’t worry.”With a shrug and an awkward smile, she began tapping places on the map, withdrawing a charcoal pencil from her hair, circling three places and crossing out three others.“You’ve walked through the moors, and met an opponent at each gate, then at the temple, which is usually a rest point. You will end up with at least two more foes on this path- one at the river delta and one near the mountains, even before you enter the holy city.”“You’ll want to follow the western bank of the river… Andbthis path through the mountains has very few, if any, shrines.”Ichigo nodded along as she spoke, following the pencil’s movement across the parchement.“If you stay to this route, you’ll reach the southwest gate of Siuak, which is, I believe the Thief and the Smith’s shared domain. If you’re stealthy, you shouldn’t have a problem getting through! Once you’re in, look for a big, golden-roofed palace, that’s the Pantheon Court.”She stood up, tucking the pencil back into her hair. Pointing to the grove of trees she nearly bolted into, she gave the man one last smile.“Go that way until you reach the river. That should take you until sunset, then you’ll have to cross it, and head upstream. Walk through the gate and don’t look back until you’ve reached Siuak.”With a firm nod to her, Ichigo left the temple grounds, listening to the oracle shouting out one last thing.“Good luck and good hunting!”Ichigo laughed.‘Alright King! No time to waste, let’s get a move on.’Breaking out into a dash, it took only a few steps more before Ichigo started flash-stepping through the relatively dense forest.It wouldn’t be long before he and his sisters were home.··········Stay tuned for the next installment of ‘Ichigo fights a bunch of mooks before tearing through some gods’! Ha xD… but seriously, this is such a fun idea, I can’t resist adding to it!@wolfsrainrules @north-peach @chaosgreymistchild @akaluan @thefringeperson chaosgreymistchildI SAW THIS AND AM NOW PUMPED AGAIN ON THIS 40C DAYLOOK, LOOK, @wolfsrainrules, @north-peach, @akaluan, @thefringepersonLOVELY @in-the-gardens-of-inspiration HAS PROVIDED US WITH MOREnorth-peach@wolfsrainrules @chaosgreymistchild @akaluan @thefringepersonI KNOW ISN’T IT THE BEST THING EVER?!?!@in-the-gardens-of-inspiration is the greatest.in-the-gardens-of-inspirationThe gate towered, stark black stone jutting out of a cliff side, bathed in ruby light from the setting sun.Ichigo stopped to catch his breath, and looked down at the map the oracle had given him.He traced the path she outlined for him, following the charcoal marks to the river gate, the mountain path, the city gate.Steeling himself, he walked forwards, crossing the threshold and entering the mountain path. He exhaled. ’“Don’t look back until you’ve reached Siuak”, right. Easy.’He flash-stepped away into the dying daylight, and headed up the mountain.·······‘Hey King, I thought you said this was going to be easy.’Ichigo scowled at Zangetsu, even if the hollow couldn’t see him do it, as he edged along the side of a sheer drop. It was just about the time of night were you couldn’t really say it was evening anymore. He could barely see the thinnish stone ledge ahead of him.··········Finally, at just around midnight, Ichigo made camp for the night in a small stone and earth clearing. There wasn’t any sign of a shrine or people, so he felt it was safe enough to bunker down for a few hours’ rest.He figured he’d get some sleep, eat in the morning, and continue the ascent to the city. He didn’t think that anything in particular would happen until he reached the city.Oh how wrong he find himself.········Sometime midday, he found himself walking through what seemed more hillside than mountainside.It was very peaceful, but that small bit of idyllic peace evaporated quickly.Standing in the middle of the path was a giant woman. She had stone grey skin, one hundred arms, and fifty heads with eyes like hot coals.“So you’re the little upstart that killed my brother.”She didn’t phrase it as a question, and was readying her weapons.“You know, little busybodies that meddle the gods get hurt.”Ichigo couldn’t help the snort that left him, “Wouldn’t be the first time, doubt it will be the last time. These gods don’t seem all that different from some people I’ve met.”That was the wrong thing to say.“My patron has been watching since you took the life of her favourite creature, wretched beast that it was, and has been waiting for her retribution. It’s no new creature, but I think she’d like your head on a pike!”With a roar, she charged at Ichigo, swords dancing through the air towards him.He dodged out of the way, calling on his maternal inheritance to summon a lance of his reishi and hurl it at the giantess.She swatted it out of the air like it was nothing, and laughed. “Strength of War protects me from attack! Strategy of War secures my win!”He responded by throwing two more lances of energy while he summoned his zanpakuto and his mask.’She kinda sounds like… Uh, that guy. Y'know, blind, crazy…?’Ichigo got the impression of his quincy shaking his head.Sidestepping a slash of wind from the only green metal sword he had seen ever, he threw a couple of ceros at her to give himself some distance.The giantess spat at him, “What a coward you must be, hero, to run away from your crimes that the gods have to send servants after you, like a naughty child trying to avoid punishment.”Ichigo blinked, slightly uncomprehending even as he tracked her movements. ’She didn’t just say that, did she?’’Oh she did, King. I want. to. kick. her. ass.’With Zangetsu’s annoyance fueling the next volley of ceros, Ichigo found himself wondering how he would beat the giantess that was trying to murder him to appease her goddess.No time like the present to get serious.. “Rend, Zangetsu!”·········He wiped blood from his brow, his mask nearly depleted. The giantess had discarded all thirty of the swords he and Tensa Zangetsu had broken; that had barely put a dent into her carried weaponry because she still had swords to break.She was having difficulty reconciling that thirty of her fifty swords lay broken at her feet, her opponent was tired but alive and had cut her with his swords’ strikes.“No weapon that was not blessed by the gods or forged by giants should have laid a scratch!” In a fit of pique, she launched a gout of flames from another, as of yet unbroken, blade.Ichigo ducked beneath it, and sent a getsuga tenshou to her leftmost shoulder.The giantess howled in rage as the attack hit, twisting in place- and Ichigo could see a neat little detail that made him wonder- could he get behind her for long enough to make that attack…?··········He kept up the ranged ceros, gran rey ceros and bolts of reiatsu, making life in that moment very difficult for the giantess.In the next he was settling both hilts of Tensa Zangetsu in place, and calling forth the cyclop’s chain.In the next he was behind her, perched on her back, resized chain choking her middle head.With a hand around the chain with Tensa Zangetsu’s strength enchancing his, he pulled out his shorter sword, drove it between her ribs and crushing her trachea with the chain.·······The combination stab/suffocation mortally wounds her, leaving her jarred and bleeding.Turns out the chain was blessed and giant-forged, who knew?When the giantess dissipated, she left behind all the broken sword bits, the green sword and an amber coloured stone.·········Ichigo proceeded to find a clear spot and take a light nap to sleep off the headache and adrenaline.··········:DI’m very happy you like this so far!I am working on keeping the (so far) generic fights and dialogues interesting and different. It’s kind of like a high-level PC got dropped in a boss run, with medium level minibosses that have just the right kind of design to make fighting them annoying and overkill inducing, while the truly difficult bosses are still locked behind a miniboss or two more.💕@north-peach @chaosgreymistchild @wolfsrainrules @akaluan @thefringeperson @hi-pot-and-news #lilac writes#tried by fire#original fiction#bleach#kurosaki ichigo#archive diving
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged seananmcguirethatdisasterauthorFollowExcuse me?! I am going to need a full version of this shanty from these two IMMEDIATELY. animatedamericanYES PLEASE#sea shanties#oh heck yes#their voices#hhholy hell
in-the-gardens-of-inspiration(defenestrate the) window of opportunity - Chapter 7 - In_The_Gardens_of_Inspiration - Bleach [Archive of Our Own]An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Worksarchiveofourown.org|Organization for Transformative WorksThe scope of how far and how fast things had changed from that day, it was kind of staggering to think about. About how far Izuku had come, hell, even how far Ichigo himself had come, and now, they were here.Standing outside of the U. A. campus, mentally preparing for the enterance exam- this would be a huge stepping stone, the thing to make or shatter the start of their ever-desired hero career, even if neither boy was interested in heroics for the fame.Of course, to metaphorically start climbing the ladder to their dreams, they literally had to take a step, or risk being bowled over by other enthusiastic student hopefuls.Keep reading#lilac writes#(defenestrate the) window of opportunity#mha#bleach#Kurosaki Ichigo#midoriya izuku
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged secretagentspydetectiveninjastrawbebFollowit’s not ‘talking to myself’ it’s called a soliloquy you fuckin-the-gardens-of-inspirationYeah, sis.. I’m not crazy, I’m a theatre kid...#lol oops
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged emptysurfacethe-narddogCarol Of The BellsTrans Siberian OrchestracreateddI will never understand why this Christmas song goes so hard.constantlycomicOKAY MOTHERFUCKERS LISTEN UPBECAUSE THIS SHIT IS NOT CAROL OF THE BELLSIT IS CHRISTMAS EVE/SARAJEVO 12/24 AND IT IS SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN CAROL OF THE BELLS.so during the bosnian war (which was this nasty-ass conflict in bosnia and herzgovina) there was this badass cello-playing motherfucker named vedran smailovic. He was from Sarajevo, was upset about all the shit and nastiness that came about through this war (this was full-on brother-killing-brother shit!) that he went around to bombed-out, blown up buildings and funderals––where he was at risk of FUCKING SNIPER FIRE––and playing the cello. This guy was so set on providing one tiny spot of beauty in a seriously nasty war he was risking being fucking SHOT OR BLOWN UP.AND THIS IS THE GUY WHO INSPIRED THIS SONG.He’s why there’s the calm cello part at the beginning before everything gets all violent-sounding. It’s THEMATIC.THAT’S WHY THIS CHRISTMAS SONG GOES SO FUCKING HARD.grammarmancerWHY ISN’T MORE CHRISTMAS MUSIC LIKE THIS?????warriormaggiehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vedran_Smailovi%C4%87There’s the wikipedia article about him and yes…true story…vivat-grendelIt’s also important to understand that Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24 was not originally a Trans Siberian Orchestra song. It was originally recorded by Savatage, a metal band, for their concept album “Dead Winter Dead,” and when some Savatage members formed TSO, they adopted that song as a TSO song because yeah it’s fucking amazing.breelandwalkerFriendly reminder that this exists.Friendly reminder that Vedran’s performances also included a pile of rubble that used to be a fountain IN THE CENTER OF A TOWN SQUARE WITH NO COVER.When asked years later why he’d down something so apparently suicidal, he shrugged and replied that it was his way of proving that “the spirit of humanity was still alive in that place, despite all evidence to the contrary.” May we all be as brave and stalwart in protesting violence and injustice as Vedran “The Most Bad-Ass Cellist Ever” Smailović.Also, despite what some articles may say, Vedran was not an old man when this happened. He’s only in his early 60s today, which would have made him no older than 37 when he was playing in the ruins of Sarajevo. Never let anyone tell you it’s only old men who can make a difference.fuyumeh#CellistsAreBadass
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged rayshippouuchihanudesornawFollowif you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching bandblockbhyothis actually made me cry with joy also one of them is eating noodlesreadsquirrelIt just keeps going and getting better. *^^*involuntaryorangeMe two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)son-of-a-tenth-placeCAT PARADE IS BACKastolatI just saw the duck for the first time :’) #oh i love this#mitchiri neko
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in-the-gardens-of-inspirationRebloggedbiggest-gaudiest-patronusesFollowcan’t believe halloween is TOMORROW the passage of time is OUTRAGEOUS in-the-gardens-of-inspirationOh mood, you persnickety not-ochre jelly, time really has stopped existing this hell year, huh?
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged anipwritessnakesayerFollowOH MY GODBy @fake.disney.facts on tiktoknobieBRUH IM CACKLING why is this so damn accurate theclonewarsbrokemeWAIT- He really do be right grantairezeein-the-gardens-of-inspiration@north-peach #*snrk*
in-the-gardens-of-inspirationReblogged emptysurfacehanaenasFollowI love one piece but it's so embarrassing to explain it or to try to make someone watch it. You see it on tv and a bad guy power is biscuit. how do you sell that to people#One Piece#lmao true
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