a forgotten tale

No one should ever be deprived of books. Of stories. Of…magic. No one.
—  J. M. Frey, The Forgotten Tale
GUYS GUYS GUYS

Okay so I checked searchfortheblindeye as a way to procrastinate math homework. And at first everything seemed normal - until I clicked on Bill! “A Forgotten Tale” has updated! I can’t post pics but here’s the newest part:

Grembert stumbled out of the witches lair into the bright crowded marketplace, dodging three-headed chickens underfoot and massive dragon tongues for sale on hooks overhead. A goat chewed on his boots, and he kicked it away, irritated. His eyes darted about wildly, checking for guards, but it seemed that he had calculated correctly- everyone of any status at all was away at Princess Twendeline’s Sweet 16 Lip-Syncing performance. It was the perfect time to sneak up to the tower and execute his dark task.

Grembert was just about to make it through the back gate when he heard a deep rich voice. It was Deep Rich the Deafening, and trailing behind him like flies were his wizard entourage, Pifflebert the Passive-Agressive, Mirthimere the Easily-Amused, and Dan The-Constantly-Scratching-Himself-In-Inappropriate-Places-But-Dont-Mention-It-Because-His-Cat-Died-Recently-And-He-Could-Use-A-Break.

“Grembert!” thundered Deep Rich, raising his walking stick in delight, and causing everyone in earshot to cover their ears or pull their cloaks over their faces. “I havent seen you in ages! And you never return my calls! And by "calls” I of course mean when I stick my head out my window and scream your name!“ Grembert hastily hid the purple vial behind his back and tried to feign innocence. "Oh, you know me, just busy.”

“Busy dodging nicknames!” retorted Deep Rich. “I know why you avoid us. But you can’t fight it, Grembert!” he cautioned, “Eventually, every wizard does something which defines him, and which becomes part of his name forever.” “Maybe we…..…..should call him Grembert the Nicknameless!” giggled Mirthimere the Easily Amused. “No, no,” blared Deep Rich the Deafening, “It must be more personal.” “Agreed!” added Dan the Constantly-Scratching-Himself, scratching his groin area feverishly. “I’ll have a nickname soon,” retorted Grembert, “When tonight is through, you’ll all know what to call me.” “You’re up to something!” shouted Deep Rich. But Grembert the Yet-Not-Nicknamed was already out the gate before they could stop him.“Boy, it would be great if someone wanted to buy me a dragon tongue,” muttered Pifflebert the Passive Aggressive, “Not that anyone ever does anything nice for me.” The wizards all groaned and one by one pulled out their wallets. Thoughts? This is definitely weird. 
Undertale AU  Character Pose Art 3

Heinz: And here’s the third (and last for a while) list of the Undertale Sanses/OCs chibis! I want to thank the artists for being who they are and for the dedication they put into their work. They do so much each and everyday, online and in real life, and show the traits of the seven souls – Determination to keep going and stay strong, keeping Patience with others and yourself, the Bravery to show who you are and what you do, the Integrity to do what’s right, holding Perseverance to continue even when the going gets tough, the Kindness you have, are, and show, and hold Justice of fairness among everyone.

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Mehr-un-Nisa, our PLBW16 Collection, is an ode to the grandeur of some of the most beautiful begums and maharanis to have emerged from the sub-continent.

This was one of the most significant eras of the region, marking the end of colonialism and bringing about a mass cultural, social and political revolution. 

Fallen in these cracks are profound forgotten tales of resolute women of the era, one of them being Mehr-un-Nisa. Our collection encapsulates the love and the despair of her life, the grandeur of her past and the realities of her present.” - Zara Shahjahan

Chat Noir - the “original” villain of the series?

I was introducing my friend to the series the other day and her comment really made me open my eyes. 
I was explaining to her the nature of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s powers - good and bad luck - when she interrupted me and asked:

“Are they enemies?”

My friend really did not know anything about the series, so she did not know the kind of relationship that the two dorks heroes shared. I quickly told her the rest of the plot of the show, making her understand that they were allies, but that question really made me think.

Ladybug and Chat Noir seem to be natural enemies: one is perfect, loved by everyone and messenger of good luck and good news, while the other seems to create only catastrophes.

It clearly jumps to the eye that Chat Noir isn’t really that great at saving the situation as Ladybug is, and he seems to know it too. Chat Noir knows that he only helps Ladybug, as she is the only one who can cleanse the akumas from evil and save them both thanks to her lucky charm. 

He can only destroy and create chaos. Ladybug always asks him to distract the enemy or handle the fighting because she knows that he is better at doing that. His own special power, Cataclysm, is made to destroy stuff and who knows what could happen if he used it on someone. 

Don’t get me wrong, Chat has done some pretty amazing things and has saved people in the coolest of ways, but you just can’t compare it to how many times Ladybug rescued/helped the civilians. 

Also, in the Egyptian papyrus there was no mention of Plagg or Chat Noir; the only two figures that were praised for their help were Tikki and an Egyptian Ladybug. Why isn’t there a mention to the Chat of the time? Cats were highly respected in the Egyptian society, they would have idolised Chat Noir and made him become a god if he had actually helped them. Could it be then that Plagg and Chat Noir only brought bad luck and suffering to the Egyptian people?

There have been speculations that the man with the stick on the top right of the papyrus is the Egyptian Chat, but that is just speculation. Even by zooming in, the only recognizable thing that makes us assume that it could be a Chat Noir is the stick that the man is holding. He doesn’t seem , however, to have any tail or cat ears, while the Egyptian ladybug clearly was wearing a similar attire to the one Marinette is wearing now, even with the same colour pattern.

That’s what we can see from Marientte’s textbook. The quality of the shot really isn’t the best, so I just played around a bit with the colour settings to make it clearer.

No tail, no ears, or at least I can’t see any of the two. Is that really Chat then? Or is it someone else?
Assuming that that is Chat, that still doesn’t explain the Pharaoh’s behaviour during the episode 7, “The Pharaohs Queen.” The Pharaoh kind of ignored Chat, the only ones who were worried about him were the mummies. He targets Ladybug and blames her for the failure of his previous trials of resurrecting his lover. Does this mean that he didn’t recognise Chat Noir as someone on the same side of Ladybug and therefore didn’t think of him as a threat?

But how can someone as adorable as Plagg be an evil deity?

Well, let’s start with the principle that people - and gods - can change. We assume that Plagg and Tikki have always been helping the humans to get rid of the akumas, but we really have no proof of that yet. Only Tikki mentions her past with the other Ladybugs, while Plagg doesn’t even address the matter.
Also, we have to consider the nature of Chat Noir’s powers: as said before, he can’t cleanse the akumas. It’s not something that Plagg can do, I assume. 

Then could it be that, as a deity, Plagg was born to bring chaos and mischief to this world and then changed? 

And if so, what made him change?

This theory is kind of all over the place and I doubt that it’s actually correct, but it would be really interesting to see where it could go!

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lotr + female dúnedain rangers

“But in the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin.[…] They roamed at will southwards, and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen. When they appeared they brought news from afar, and told strange forgotten tales which were eagerly listened to; but the Bree-folk did not make friends of them.“

Undertale: Tales of Forgotten Pasts
From the Beginning
Prologue Page [01] [02] [03-04]

yeaaahhh I forgot the dresser and the other details in his room on the last page. Mah bad ^^;  This Veronica will be revealed by the end of the story
And yesh, Sans has a kitty! A Tuxedo Cat, no less. Name’s Furd. It’s short for a pun you’ll discover later.

Romanogers Spooky-Fest 2016
October 31th ~ Vampires & Dark Romance

Her skin was cold, her lips were red as blood. She could be the princess of a long forgotten tale, he could bet. But there was no princess with a smile like hers, so beautiful and dangerous. He shivered under her touch, afraid… and enchanted.

Who are you?” she whispered, so sweet, so full of something he couldn’t described “What have you done to me?

…..

Next day, there was blood in his face and clothes; a burn on his neck, and the ghost of a kiss on his soul…

He had laid with an angel… but a demon has taken him forever… willingly

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Reblog and tag the people you love, and deserve happiness 


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Beauty and the Bees (Closed RP w/ the-faunus-girl)

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There was a long forgotten tale of a young girl who was so tired of her life at home that she decided to go on a trip before the birth of her little sister, whom she never knew. The young girl’s trip lead her to an abandoned castle in the middle of a dense, dark, and ominous forest miles away from her starting point and even more miles away from any sign of civilization. Tired, hungry, and cranky, the girl decided to raid the castle of its food and bedding, the girl taking advantage of every room in the castle and claiming every room for herself.

Little did she know that the castle was cursed with a magic spell, casted by a master enchantress many years before she was born. It’s been enchanted with a powerful, long lasting spell that the grounds would entrap the first person to come to the castle uninvited in the castle, making it impossible for him or her to leave. The same person would also transform into a terrible beast in correlation of his or her worst traits. The young girl, judged by the spell with a heart full of greed, selfishness, and hate, turned into a ten-foot golden dragon-type beast with pure red demon eyes instead of pupils, large wings to fly, a strong tail that was long in length, sharp claws and fangs, long horns on her head, and rough scales throughout her body.

Forever trapped in the castle, the young girl gave up all hope of ever seeing the outside world and no known knowledge of how to break the spell. As the years passed, she, now an adult woman, grew more greedy, selfish, and hateful of the world  that has abandoned her…for she would never know the true meaning of generosity, kindness, and love.

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Nickname: Z

Star sign: (zodiac sign i think) Libra 

Height: 5′2 

Favourite music artist: too many xD 

Last TV show you watched: A series of unfortunate event   

What kind of stuff do you post: Undertale/ gravity falls 

Do you have any other blogs: @z-reblog-blog

Why did you choose your URL: I don’t know

Hogwarts House: nope 

Pokemon team:  None 

Favourite colour: all colors

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1

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Black and Chrome and Color

The upcoming Mad Max Fury Road: Black and Chrome Edition got me thinking about that Soulmate AU trope where when you meet your soul mate you start seeing color after a lifetime of black and white. So here comes a thought. Of course (warning long text post):

Soul mates, true soul mates are so rare–even moreso after the fall, that no one even knows what soul mates–or even what color is anymore. It’s been reduced to a forgotten old world tale told only amongst those who are old enough to remember it as common knowledge, or those who have experienced it themselves but have long since lost their mates and their ability to see color.

Max Rockatansky hasn’t seen color in years, long faded after he buried his wife and son. So when his eyes scan the garage workshops below him from his Bloodbag cage out of sheer boredom and there is a HINT of color seeping into his vision he thinks no no no. Not again. How? And on top of that why here in this hellhole of a place? They have to be amongst the many war boys moving about in this cave, and his eyes MUST have passed over them–long enough for something inside him to spark and he shuts his eyes to resist the urge to look for the duration of the day because he doesn’t want to know. All of his days after pass by in dull, muted color–not vibrant enough because he hasn’t fully recognized them, but there all the same to remind him that they’re near.

So when he is strapped to the front of Nux’s car like some hood ornament as they’re driving up beside the war rig and his eyes meet with Furiosa’s, his vision suddenly EXPLODES with color–intense, jarring, and more violent and vibrant than he’s ever seen. Their gaze holds and he can see the confusion on her face, eyes blinking like she’s not sure what she’s seeing and he knows. But it only lasts a moment because there is a war party approaching from the back and a sandstorm in the front and it’s likely one of them or both is about to die. It’s better that he doesn’t dwell more on it.

Except they don’t and Max does his best to ignore it–and it’s easy against the backdrop of everything else that’s going on. But even he can’t ignore how effortlessly they fall into sync, how easily they can read each other with mere glances and little words. Even when she was trying to shoot his face off her intensity had matched his in ways that had his blood singing. But he will not tell her his name because he has no intention of getting to know her beyond this. He’s done this before and it hurts. His only consolation is that Furiosa hasn’t indicated anything beyond that first glance they shared that she also sees color. But he catches her looking out in the wastes sometimes like she’s mesmerized by the blue horizon and red sands, or the way her eyes linger on the flame Capable holds at night for a beat longer than necessary.

They find her Green Place and it’s become just as much of a myth as the concept of Soul Mates. Green being used to describe plants and produce more than it does a color.

The final nail in the coffin is when he overhears her talking to the Vuvalini. Her world looks different, she tells them haltingly. She can’t describe it, has nothing to compare it to, and no words to connect to what she sees–hasn’t heard of anyone talking about experiencing something like this before. But the Vuvalini are old enough to KNOW and have known others like her, eyes widening at what she’s implying. When did it start? they inquire her.

That night she asks him to come with her and he tells her he’ll make his own way.

But he catches up with them in the morning and tells them to go back–goes with them, because even though he can’t stay he can’t bear the thought of her not surviving either. Knows that 160 days later he’ll probably be seeing black and white again if she continues to ride out into the salt.

‘She’s hurt! She’s hurt real bad!’ 

And Max feels the cold onset of panic when everything becomes noticeably duller than before, the color draining out of his environment as quickly as the blood from her face. She clutches at him like she wants to say more, but can only manage to tell him to get the others home, and he struggles to keep his hands steady as he pierces her with the needle, the line of blood bright and red against the paleness of her skin. He tells her his name is Max, and feels hope (even if it’s a mistake) that the world isn’t getting more desaturated and she’s warm beneath his hands.

He still can’t bring himself to stay. He’s not ready yet and not sure if he ever will be, but Furiosa and the girls look so brilliant against the sun. She’s almost smiling, and he’s never seen anything so beautiful. Their eyes meet across the crowd and he feels the same thought that passed his mind when they first connected: Her eyes are green.