Why are you reading this?

Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read

And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesn’t know hunger!

My Ancestors: TRULY SH— what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!

Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/

My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:

My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future… She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a day’s earnings… and she does… she has so much free time to do as she pleases… and she uses some of that time to do what we did.

One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my children’s gloves… it wasn’t much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs… and I wasn’t a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.

Another woman, a peasant from what’s now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE: [Patting her on the back] I made my family’s clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now… But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.

[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]

A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: She’s stopped knitting and now she’s playing minecraft.

The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?

Telescope man: Looks like… Some kind of floating temple?

His Favorite Place

Summary: Caspian’s settled into being King of Narnia perfectly over the course of a decade, but he’s still been unable (and unwilling) to find a Queen. When you take on the job of being the Palace’s library custodian, both you and Caspian are surprised to find something more.  

Status: Complete; 6/6

Originally posted starting in July 2019. 

Rating: PG- NSFW* (*Part 6 only)

Word count: 24,015

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 *

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Take a Sip

Summary: After the events of His Favorite Place, you and Caspian are adjusting to the changes in your lives, as well as trying to ensure peace and prosperity for Narnia. The yearly Harvest Festival is a time for celebration - but is it also a time for increased vigilance? 

Status: Complete; 2/2. 

Originally posted in October 2019.

Rating: PG/M (danger, attempted murder, language)

Word Count: 9,866

Part 1 - Part 2

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Truth Be Told

Summary: The aftermath of the Harvest Festival leaves a lot to be decided - and provides Caspian with a great deal to think about when it comes to your safety and the opinions of your people. 

Status: Complete; 4/4

Originally posted starting January 2020.

Rating: NSFW* (danger, language, murder plot, difficult decisions. character death)

Word Count: 22,450

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3* - Part 4

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Prompt Requests: (to be read between HFP and TaS)

And then everything just disappears… - WC: 1,103. 

my emotional support rosemary thyme garlic loaf

recipe

3 1/2 cups bread flour

2tsp quick rise yeast

2tsp salt

1 1/2 cups cool water

2tbsp dried thyme

1tbsp garlic powder

2tsp dried rosemary

instructions

1. whisk together all dry ingredients in a large bowl then switch to a spoon as you slowly pour in the water, mixing as you go. keep working the dough and switch to hands as necessary. add extra flour or water as needed in small increments (depending on your environment) and turn out onto a floured surface to gently knead until you reach a dough that is soft and slightly sticky, it should feel a bit 'loose' but stable and shouldn't stick to your hands. this dough doesnt require intense kneading, just a couple mins until it feels incorporated.

2. shape into a ball and drop back into the mixing bowl and cover with plastic wrap or a dishtowel at room temp to rise for 2-3 hours (precise temp isn't necessary). after 2-3 hours the dough should be roughly 2x the original size, stick to the sides of the bowl and have little air bubbles all over.

3. (optional) move dough to the fridge to rest overnight or for roughly 12~ hours. you can actually bake it after the 2-3 hours is up but it tastes best when left to rise for longer. longer rise = better flavour.

4. turn out dough onto a lightly floured surface and gently knead for a min or two, just folding it on itself until it feels cohesive before shaping it into a ball again. plop it on a sheet of high temp oven-safe parchment paper and cut a large X slash in the centre with a sharp knife or scissors. cover gently with plastic wrap or dishtowel and let sit for 30 mins.

5. get out your dutch oven and place it in the oven with the lid on, and preheat oven to 475°F. the dutch oven will heat with the oven, we want it very hot when the dough gets placed in. once the oven is ready/done preheating, remove the dutch oven and place the loaf inside with the parchment paper included, close the lid and put it back in the oven.

I’m imagining like the gaang is just hanging around the fire a few days before Sozin’s Comet just