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forlix · 3 months

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・741 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes so mdni / 𝗮/𝗻・inspired by our beautiful boy's bbl texts about the nylon shoot. he is so loved. i hope he knows it ♡

𝟬𝟵:𝟬𝟵 — Chan is nervous.

He doesn’t say so out loud. He doesn’t say anything out loud, actually, simply appearing in the kitchen to pluck a slice of toast off the counter. Damp curls dripping into the towel slung around his neck, brushing against your cheek when he leaves a good morning kiss there.

But there’s a squareness in his shoulders. A muted glaze over the brown of his eyes and a tightness in the smile he gives you as he pulls away. The images linger in your vision after he disappears back down the hallway, presumably to get ready for the big day ahead.

Words. There are times when they embrace Chan like orchestral musicians awaiting their conductor’s cue, like sunflowers swiveling eastward in the halcyon morning—but there are other times when they haunt him, like the faceless sea of spectators instead of the hopeful performers, like the shadows that comprise the fathomless night rather than the rays of sun that follow.

You rise out of your seat, a quiet sigh leaving your lips. Chan needs the sun, today.

Inside your bedroom, Chan’s towel sits atop your duvet, right beside the white material of the T-shirt he slept in. The bathroom door is ajar and spilling yellow light onto the hardwood. You nudge it open further.

Free to roam after the towel’s removal, transparent waterdrops pave silvery trails down the sides of Chan’s neck, over the gentle incline of his collarbones and the naked hills of his chest. His palms are pressed flat on either side of the sink, his eyes glued to the mirror before him, his jaw set as squarely in his reflection as it is on his person.

He jumps when your reflection joins his. Parts his lips, prepares to speak. But his whole vernacular evaporates when your hands find his waist, when your breath hits the nape of his neck.

“Baby,” he breathes.

There’s a question embedded in the word. The only answer you give him is the quiet drag of your fingertips down the center of his back. He expels an involuntary shudder, and with it the muscles beneath your touch shift like fields of marigolds tousled by a kindred breeze.

You kiss the highest ridge of his spine, letting your lips linger against the smooth skin for a few moments before doing the same, just below his ear.

“What—” He pauses, swallows. “What are you doing, angel?”

When your hands return to his hips, they request something this time. He complies, lets you turn him around, his lower back meeting the marble with a soft bump.

You bring yourself close to him. Close enough to gauge his blushing cheeks and trembling breath and brown, brown eyes, crossed from trying to look at you. Close enough that you only need slightly dip your head to mould your lips to the hollow right under his jaw.

He moans, the sound melodic and low and quickly muffled by the lower lip he bites down upon. You suck lightly, careful not to leave a mark yet entirely fine with the alternative, then graze your teeth over the tender skin, pull away. You don’t go far, though, as your next destination is his Adam’s apple, which you reach not by boat or by plane but by short, wet kisses that resound in the silent bathroom, that draw from Chan’s throat another gorgeous whine.

As you progress in this fashion, traipsing across the plane of his clavicle, the valley of his pectorals, you want to tell him that he’s beautiful.

He’s beautiful when he laughs so hard that his smile turns boxy and his voice gets all squeaky. He’s beautiful when he’s trying not to cry and his eyes look like mirror pools because he’s failing. He’s beautiful in front of the cameras; he’s beautiful away from them. He’s beautiful always, your Chan, your Chris.

That is what you want to tell him.

But you don’t. Not even when his back hits the mattress moments later and he looks like your every wildest dream come to life underneath you: pupils blown so wide that they’ve swallowed his irises, lips glistening and quivering and inconceivably kissable as he sighs your name, chiseled upper body rippling when he props himself up on his elbows. Straining to look at you as you lower your mouth to his navel, undo the knot of his sweatpants with a gentle tug.

You’ll show him instead.

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lordofdestructionm · 1 year

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The not so subtle sentimentality of Mordecai Heller

With the Lackadaisy Short Film teaser trailer hitting over 800K views one line from Serafine got me thinking about a side of Mordecai that is not often discussed but is crucial to his character and may play a key part in the comics story before the end

Though it is easy for both other characters in the story and readers to see Mordecai as just a cold killer that cares more about stains on his shirt than ending multiple lives in grizzly ways (and that is true for anyone who makes the mistake of getting in the way of him completing his work) a closer look reveals that, while reserved for a short list of people, there is a strong streak of sentimentality hidden behind the buttoned down aloof professional persona he tries so hard to maintain

His Mother and Sisters

Mordecai was dealt a very bad starting hand in life. With his father dying when he and his sisters were still very young, despite his loving and hard working mother doing her best to provide for them, the family lived in poverty in the slums of New York

As a result Mordecai has to start working at a very early age and being naturally gifted with numbers he becomes a book keeper and soon enough gets drawn into running the numbers for gambling and loan sharking gangs.

All of this was done to try and make life better for his mother and his sisters. In a flashback to when he was on the run from the criminals he had been working for after being caught embezzling funds from them, his life is in danger and he needs to get out of town in a hurry and so jumps on a train in either 1920 or 1921.

Despite this he fixates on writing a letter to send to his mother in which he explains the location of his ill gotten savings and urges her to move with his sisters to cleaner better ventilated housing.

Because the money wasn’t primarily for his benefit

Mordecai clearly loved his sisters very much and they could break him out of his reserved bookish demeanor. We can see even as an adult Modecai holds the memory of his childhood with his sisters, impoverished and hard though it clearly was, very close. Close enough that thinking about them are enough to bring out his very small but very genuine smile that could not be further away from his “ice pick look”.

Atlas

The next imporant relationship in his life is with Atlas May. When on that getaway train he soon realized that cut throats from his former employers are already in the carriage waiting for their moment to pounce

Mordecai is 100% certain that he is about to get a bullet to the head and the tunnel will provide the hitmen with the perfect cover as the darkness and noise descends.

Only for a ray of light to suddenly appear

Atlas gave Mordecai the means to survive, not just by literally giving him what he needed to escape his would be murderers, but by employing him and providing a new purpose when he had nowhere else to go and no idea what to do.

Atlas being dead by the time of the main story, by design we know very little about his personality and relationships with others except for what the people who knew him have to say.

But is is very clear that Mordecai felt a deep loyalty to Atlas. It may even be speculated that he became a surrogate father figure for him, having lost his own father so young and having been moulded while working for him from the scared youth in shabby second hand clothes to a dapper professional bookkeeping bootlegger

This loyalty has not ended with Atlas’s death. He is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery of his murder. This is despite the fact it would be a much smarter move by far for the sake of both professionalism and survival to let dead former employers lie and simply carry out his new role with the Marigold gang no questions asked

Instead it is clear the entire reason he has abandoned The Lackadaisy is not, as Mitzi and the rest think, cold self interest but so he can investigate if the rival gang had any role in his mentors death

Even discussing the topic causes his cold passive exterior to crack and makes him look broken and overwhelmed

Viktor (You knew this was coming)

As anyone who has followed this account will know this is one of my (and many other fans) favourite dynamics in the series

At fist it seems there is little reason for these two to have any kind of bond. Mordecai is pretty much obsessed with good grooming, high quality tailoring, correct grammar, and tends to go on one-sided rambles when perturbed.

This clashes hard with the surly Slovak who is often unshaven, relatively casual in his attire, speaks a broken English, and hates people chattering or “noise, noise, noise” as he calls it. Indeed the two often bicker and act as if they can’t stand the other

However for whatever reason, in spite of these big differences, the big bruiser mechanic and the fussy nerdy sharp shooter are able to work very well together and soon become key weapons in Atlas’s arsenal

And in spite of their differences there is evidence, that over the course of the roughly six years they were working together before their bosses death, that these two extremely anti-social personalities actually began to form an unlikely rapport

On the one known occasion when Mordecai actually drank strong alcohol, and predictably got hilariously drunk, one of his chosen topics of conversation is his “friend” Viktor and how “great” he is (including a possibly telling comment about his large physique *cough*)

Mordecai also, despite being the type of person who you would assume would just radiate Scrooge energy, makes a point of buying Viktor a Christmas/hanukka present. Though he keeps up appearances by presenting it as another criticism of Viktor’s fashion sense

Tellingly Viktor voluntarily wears the tie for the rest of the day, something only Ivy (someone Viktor treats as a surrogate daughter) is able to get away with as well.

The two also not only work well together in a professional capacity, but seem to truly look out for each others welfare when on the job. Not only does Mordecai save Viktor from being shot while distracted, Viktor then goes out of his way to retrieve Mordecai’s pince-nez from the staircase of a burning building

While a hilarious moment as Mordecai fails to react in the “correct” way to having just survived a bloody shoot out, it also sums up his entire attitude to people, that he separates the world into those who count and those who don’t. The former are a short list

Viktor, along with the others on here, counts for Mordecai

This is made clear at his chat with Mitzi at the lunch meeting.

Mordecai may have kneecapped Viktor when he left the Lackadaisy gang, but from what we know now this was clearly an attempt to get Viktor out of harms way by forcing him to retire from bootlegging, and quite possibly to avoid Marigold putting him in a position where he would have to fight Viktor if he was told to finish off the failing speakeasy. Something he could hardly refuse if he wanted to keep investigating Atlas’s death

Mitzi seems to know Viktor is a chink in Mordecai’s armour, and of course exploits that to the fullest. When she informs him that his theft of the Lackadaisy arsenal put Viktors life in danger Mordecai’s face makes less than neutral expression

As Mitzi keeps twisting that screw Mordecai knows he is in danger of giving something away and with Asa right next to him he needs to restore his barriers.

In this case quite literally using a menu to cover his face to ensure he doesn’t slip up again

It seem to work as Asa laughs of the idea of Mordecai having a heart beneath the cold exterior (something we know is a big mistake)

Even when the attention is off him and the topic of conversation moves on his gaze remains firmly fixed down at the table.

Until Atlas lets slip some crucial information about Atlas’s last days. So much for there being “no heartstrings to tug on”

I am sure the Lackadaisy Animated Movie is going to be amazing and hopefully will only lead to ever more popularity and attention for this amazing world and its characters

#lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #tracy j butler #mordecai heller #viktor vasko #vikdecai #viktor x mordecai #asa sweet #zippy heller #rose heller #esther heller #atlas may #mitzi may #1920s #cats #calvin mcmurray #rocky rickaby #ivy pepper

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cmrosens · 8 months

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Urban Gothic...

Let's hear it for the urban gothic -- add your tropes & recs!

decaying high rises with mould and rot eating into the residents' souls

eerie, dingy labyrinthine passages & alleys leading to dead ends and hiding dark secrets

echoing corridors of worryingly silent hotels, where human connection is only theoretical and other people are only seen in glimpses, like ghosts

double lives flipping honest, respectable glitz and glamour with seedy underbelly and lies

Your turn

#writeblr #urban gothic #tell me more #i am obsessed #writers on tumblr #writing tropes #books books books #gothic fiction

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Marigold: Well then. Now that pinewatch has been cleared I’m certain the owner of this silver mould is out there somewhere and willing to pay a high pr- *pauses twitching his ears as he catches faint pained breaths*

Kaidan: you good?

Marigold: *readies his magic* trouble… yaksha stay behind Kaidan.

Yaksha: I-yeah okay. *nervously follows behind the swordsman*

Marigold: *walks up a hill to see a shrine to talos, surrounded by a bunch of dead worshippers and one very wounded thalmor agent* well then. What do we have h- I know you!

Taliesin: *looks up, visibly shell shocked* L-lord Varla?! I-

Marigold: oh you know me too. What was it you were called again? Piper was it?

Taliesin: *if he had enough blood left would be visibly red with embarrassment* th-that’s not my real name.

Marigold: really? So I’m guessing there was another reason all the boys at the college called you that then~

Kaidan: *squeezing the grip of his blade tighter* Im aware of your past flower, and I trust your judgment. But he’s wearing one of their robes… Am I killing him or not…

Marigold: Well, I find an injured member of the thalmor seated beneath a shrine of talos, surrounded by dead worshippers. I can’t see any other possible explanation for what’s going on here. Sure. Kill him.

Kaidan: *raises his sword*

Taliesin: NO! PLEASE WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN!!!

Marigold: never mind I changed my mind. Let’s hear him out.

Kaidan: *stops mid swing* what?

Marigold: *leans down grabbing Taliesin by his chin and leaning in close* start explaining. And I might. Change my mind. Little. Piper.

Taliesin: *swallows a lump in his throat* y-yes I will-

Marigold: *let’s go and steps away* Yaksha, be a dear and heal him. If he is innocent I don’t want him bleeding out before I can make my decision.

Kaidan: and if he isn’t?

Marigold: You can cut his head off. Obviously.

Yaksha: *starts healing Tal* don’t worry he only acts scary. I have a good feeling he’ll let you live.

Taliesin: oh. Wonderful. That doesn’t give me any mote of confidence-

#marigold dragonborn #Altmer dragonborn #yaksha skyrim #yaksha mod #Kaidan skyrim #Taliesin skyrim

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twwprompts · 9 months

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Felicity Foxglove tries to get Hecate Hardbroom and Marigold Mould together.

generate more prompts with heathtrash's prompt generator

#tww prompts #tww #the worst witch

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Sunday 12 July 1840

5 40/..

11 ¼

Evidently much rain in the night – fine but dull morning R16 ½° and F70° at 6 ¾ a.m. all ready and breakfast at 6 50/.. – breakfast over at 7 25/.. and the horses ordered for 6 ½ not come told the Cossack before the Jew to lay a stick or whip over his shoulders pretty smartly when the horses were not here à l’heure – no other way of reasoning with such men – the prince (Djavakoff) sent to ask if I could receive him – yes! came for ¼ hour till 8 ½ and we off at 8 35/.. leaving our baggage – gave us a guide to the glacière and perte de la rivière (Chaura) – very civil – a good looking gentlemanly Georgian maître de police at Gori before coming here which is a promotion to him – but likes Gori better – this place dull – Chreiti is in the high road from Koutaïs to Oni – a carriage road as far as Chreiti but not beyond – we came a nearer way 66v. instead of 80 – the General Espego has been here (last year did he say?) has a good plan of the country and is in possession of all the information respecting the country – not certain

that we could not be back in time to proceed – onwards see the château (Krepost) de Knaratsikhé en route and sleep chez le prince (Gregoire Eristaf) in the valley of Baragone – A- and I George and Cossack and Adam and guide de la part du prince off at 8 35/.. –

Kothévi [Kothevi] to Nikortsminda 5 versts

N- to perte de la rivière (Chaura) 3

little steep pitch down from our house – A- nearly unhorsed en descent – our road lay along the little river Chotévi – beautiful narrow wooded valley – not the road we came on Friday – round wooded hills, and combes and picturesque little Swiss-like hamlets and cottages – shingle thin narrow boards roofs weighted down with stones – at 9 ½ near a little village Tcheneghèle Dubois ii. 379 (derivna) pass little round lake (right) – no outlet – one of those mentioned by Dubois ii. p. 379 – and soon after little church (right) hid among trees – and at 9 57/.. alight at the church (monastère) of Nikortsminda, and stood examining the exterior comparing it with Dubois’s description ii. 383 et seq; till 10 52/.. – ii. 384 line 4. la porte d’entrée must mean north side (because East end and South side p. 384, and East end p. 386 are well described -) porch accolée at west end, and on north and south side, and handsome great entrance door south and west but not north – in this north porch only a little plain door (porte derobée) on the West side the porch that cannot be called la porte d’entrée – north side of church plain – no sculpture – nothing but the 3 fausses arcades – East end aux 2 côtés d’un bas relief représentant 3 sains dresses sur les tètes de 3 autres figures à genoux are 2 figures on horseback – right (south side of choeur) St. George running along holding bridle in left hand and with right spear (with Cross at top) into separates tails, a rose (or marigold) on each side of his head – left (north side of choeur) no rose on each side the [?] head – only top of crosswise spear seen above neck of horse which is trampling upon a man in armour .:. this figure is some [?] then St. George? “la façade du midi” is well described – “Grande main à doigts replies” I should simply say the hand quite open all the fingers close together and the thumb close alongside forefinger – p. 385. “sur la porte du vestibule accolé à cette façade” (i.e. South) the inside door – the door opening into the church and 4 angles instead of only 2 – the rest of the description of this porch good – of the cross supported by the 4 angles, 2 at bottom 2 at top, each arm ends in a fleur de lis p. 385 church dates from end of 11th century

how common a symbol! the equivalent of the lotus? – description of west end good – beautiful church – mouldings and arabesques beautiful and rich – off from the Glacière at 10 53/.. – ii. 379 et seq. beautiful ride – latterly nice little road thro’ a thick wood along hill side (could see nothing – no paroi de rochers à pic) nothing till close upon the glacière – left our horses in the wood about 200 or 300 yards from the place at 11 23/.. and got down thro’ the thick wood in 10 minutes – the steep descent slippery from [for] the great deal of rain lately –the “immense portail” may be 70ft. French wide and 40 high – it is a little

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Vaucluse in point of grotte, but the muddy not deep (they said) water in a sort of funnel at the bottom – the glacière a little bit of dirty yellow muddy looking ice at the mouth of a hole (one of the inlets) just over the water (3 or 4 inlets and 2 or 3 very small ones in times of flood) and no river or stream or appearance of there ever being any from the grotto – the moveable talus (shingle – small fragments of limestone) is down into the grotto and down to the top of this talus is a wooded circular enforcement – the place is interesting enough but not much for a painter – too shut in with wood – nothing to be seen till you are at the cavern and then merely the great mouth of the cavern – Adam brought away 2 nice pieces of ices which we wrapped in moss and contrived to bring home to ice our wine (bought a bottle on our return) after dinner – 23 minutes at the glacière and came away at 11 56/.. – I went to the bottom A- did not – tired – weakened by her bowel complaint – resting 2 or 3 times in scrambling up to the horses – remounted at 12 17/.. – ascend the hill, and continue our ride thro’ a wood up and down hill beautiful ride till about 12 ¾ come down up very fine cavern, like Castleton cave – fine elliptical lofty arch festooned with overhanging beech and ivy and a bit or 2 of yew – wider span than the glacière – and fine broad clear stream issuing from deep diminishing vault back of cavern – fine circular sweep of calcareous wooded rock à pic (oak, beech etc. firs on the high tops hereabouts) arid winding babbling river – very fine bit of scenery much finer than the glacier – a minute or 2 farther another fine cavern but much smaller than the last on left, [pouring] entrance pave with moss covered masses of rock – 2 fir trees (12 yards long) thrown across the stream 10 or 15 yards from the caverns’ mouth, by which one crosses to good path (narrow horse road) (left bank of the united streams close above the river) leading the monastery of Oodabvo (Oudabvo) – hazel box, a little yew, beech spruce fir, common laurel, ivy, elm, brackens, alder and privet and [?] (beautiful) in flower close along the clear excellent stream – off from here at 1 12/.. and at 1 55/.. back at N- at the monastery and left A- to sketch the East end while I took George and Adam and our Kothévi [Kothevi] guide to the perte de la rivière (Chauri. Dubois ii. 381) 2 peals of thunder at 2 25/.. – had passed several little sinkings in and holes and at 2 27/.. at the great perte – a little bar of calcareous rock across the bed of the shallow stream seems to turn it towards a hole under the bank and here the great part of the water quietly slips down no bubbling – no noise – no foam – merely a little yellowish scumminess – another little bar of such rock a yard or 2 farther absorbs the [?] rest of water and from there the bed is now dry – in spring when much water the great perte does not take all – and it is lost in the holes afterwards – more thunder and a shower ¼ hour

as we returned – crossed the river above the bar, and then again some distance below over the dry bed – and back at the monastery at 3 ¼ - the men had not breakfasted – had wine and bread there ¼ hour and our guide to the caverns had got us 9 eggs and brought our ice safe – off again at 3 ½ fair all the way home and came in at 4 35/.. – too late to go farther – ordered the samovar and gave the cuisinier more rice to boil – measured the great walnut tree – 7 yards girth 2ft. from the ground above all the huge roots – divides into 4 great trunks at 6 and at 9ft. from the ground – our prince says there are larger walnut trees even in this neighbourhood and larger about Gori – a pear near Nikortsminda en route to the glacière 3 yards in circumference certainly – did not stop to measure it – but could not be much wrong – rain again at 5 ¼ for ¼ hour and more thunder – dinner our 4 remaining trout (the princess sent us a present of 3 yesterday) and I had rice and cherries – A- had 2 eggs beaten up with wine and 2 fish – bought a bottle of wine – sweetish – tastes a little of the outré but very fair – I had mine iced with ice from the glacière – true – the people of Koutaïs do sometimes send there – for ice – and the Cossack bought us 2 of the little round milk-white cheese – inked over rough draft of journal till 7 25/.. – off alone (A- tired and lai down) at 7 ½ to the old castle – across the fields down to the great road – walked quick – there in ¼ hour – quite a run – the enclosure irregular – following the shape of the isolated projection of hill-rock – rather a long oval – the once lived-in-part a high large oval tower with demi-round tower like building accolé within this oval tower – 5 stories high – some remains of 2 or 3 old chimneys – fine view – town of Chotévi in 6 groups on 6 knolls 3 on one side the river 3 on the other – very picturesque – just as I arrived the moon was rising and the mountains were clear for a few minutes – only saw the snow-streaked – could not reach the snow-covered – door into covered way up to entrance door of oval tower about 3ft. 6in. wide and 5ft. and a inch on 2 high – toad-in-a-hole hanging of door and recesses in the walls for a tremendously large bolt or bar – opened to the right on entering from outside – toad hole 6in. diameter bar holes 1ft. high 10in. broad 3ft.+ deep left side and farther than I can reach with my 3ft. umbrella right round chimney accolée close to the door left on entering from outside – 17 minutes there till quite dust – home in 20 minutes at 8 20/.. and found A- just ready to get into bed – beautiful evening – fine day till the rain from 2 ½ to 3 and from 5 ¼ for ¼ hour – had just written so far (stood all the time) at 10 55/.. at which hour F17 ½° and F71°+ -

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the-deeds-to-shibden · 2 years

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Sunday 12 July 1840

[up at] 5 40/..

[to bed at] 11 3/4

evidently much rain in the night – fine but dull morning Reaumur 16 1/2° and Fahrenheit 70 at 6 3/4 a.m. all ready and breakfast at 6 50/.. – breakfast over at 7 25/.. and the horses ordered for 6 1/2 not come told the Cossack before the Jew to lay a stick or whip over his shoulders pretty smartly when the horses were not here à l’heure – no other way of reasoning with such men – the prince (Djavakoff) sent to ask if I could receive him – yes! came for 1/4 hour till 8 1/2 and we off at 8 35/.. leaving our baggage – gave us a guide to the glacière and perte de la rivière (Chaura) – very civil – a good looking gentlemanly Georgian – maître de la police at Gori before coming here which is a promotion to him – but likes Gori better – this place dull – Chreiti is in the high road from Koutaïs to Oni – a carriage road as far as Chreiti but not beyond – we came a nearer way 66 versts instead of 80 – the general Espego has been here (last year did ne say?) has a good plan of the country and is in possession of all the information respecting the country – not certain that we could not be back in time to proceed onwards – see the château (krepost) de Kuaratsikhé en route and sleep chez le prince (Gregoire Eristaf) in the valley of Baragone – Ann and I George and Cossack and Adam and guide de la part du prince off at 8 35/..

versts

Khotévi to Nikortsminda . 5

Nikortsminda to perte de la rivière (Chaura) 3

– little steep pitch down from our house – Ann nearly unhorsed en descendant – our road lay along the little river Chotévi – beautiful narrow wooded valley – not the road we came on Friday – round wooded hills, and combes and picturesque little Swiss-like hamlets and cottages – shingle (thin narrow boards) roofs weighted down with stones – at 9 1/2 near a little village Tchénéghèle (derivna) Dubois ii. 379 pass little round lake (right) – no outlet – one of those mentioned by Dubois ii. Page 379 – and soon after little church (right) hid among trees – and at 9 57/.. alight at the church (monastère) of Nikortsminda, and stood examining the exterior comparing it with Dubois’s description ii. 383 et sequentes till 10 52/.. – ii. 384 line 4. La porte d’entrée must mean north side (because east end and South side page 384, and west end page 386 are well described –) porch accolée at west end, and on north and south side, and handsome great entrance door South and west but not north – in this north porch only a little plain door (porte derobée) on the west side the porch that cannot be called la porte d’entrée – north side of church plain – no sculpture – nothing but the 3 fausses arcades – East end aux 2 côtés d’un bas relief representant 3 saints dressés sur les têtes de 3 autres figures à genoux are 2 figures on horseback – right (South side of choeur) St. George holding bridle in left hand and with right running a long spear (with cross at top) into serpents tail, a rose (or marigold) on each side of his head – left (north side of choeur) no rose on each side the man’s head – only top of crosswise spear seen above neck of horse which is trampling upon a man in armour therefore this figure is some other than St. George? ‘la façade du midi’ is well described – ‘grande main à doigts repliés’ I should simply say the hand quite open all the fingers close together and the thumb close along[s]ide forefinger – page 385 ‘sur la porte du vestibule accolé à cette façade’ (i.e. South) the inside door – the door opening into the church and 4 angels instead of only 2, – the rest of the description of this porch good – of the cross supported by the 34 angels, 2 at bottom 2 at top, each arm ending in a fleur de lis

page 385 church dates from end of 11th century

how common a symbol! the equivalent of the lotus? – description of west end good – beautiful church – the mouldings and arabesques beautiful and rich – off for the glacière at 10 53/.. – ii. 378 et sequentes beautiful ride – latterly nice little road thro’ a thick wood along hill side could see nothing – no paroi de rochers à pic, nothing till close upon the glacière – left our horses in the wood about 200 or 33 yards from the place at 11 23/.. and got down thro’ the thick wood in 10 minutes – the steep descent slippery from the great deal of rain lately – the ‘immense portail’ maybe 70 feet French wide and 40 high – it is a little Vaucluse in point of grotte, but the muddy not deep (they said) water in a sort of funnel at the bottom – the glacière a little bit of dirty yellow muddy looking ice at the mouth of a hole (one of the inlets) just over the water (3 or 4 inlets and 2 or 3 very small ones in times of flood) and no river or stream or appearance of there ever being any from the grotto – the moveable talus (shingle – small fragments of limestone) is down into the grotto and down to the top of this talus is a wooded circular enfoncement – the place is interesting enough but not much for a painter – too shut in with wood – nothing to be seen till you are at the cavern and then merely the great mouth of the cavern – Adam brought away 2 nice pieces of ices which we wrapped in moss and contrived to bring home to ice our wine (bought a bottle on our return) after dinner – 23 minutes at the glacière and came away at 11 56/.. – I went to the bottom Ann did not – tired – weakened by her bowel complaint – resting 2 or 3 times in scrambling up to the horses – remounted – at 12 17/.. ascend the hill, and continue our ride thro’ a wood up and down hill beautiful ride till about 12 3/4 come down upon very fine cavern, like Castleton cave – fine elliptical lofty arch festooned with overhanging beech and ivy and a bit or 2 of yew – wider span than the glaciere – and fine broad clear stream issuing from deep diminishing

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back of cavern – fine circular sweep of wooded calcareous rock à pic (oak, beech etc. fir on the high tops hereabouts) and winding babbling river – very fine bit of scenery much finer than the glacier – a minute or 2 farther another fine cavern but much smaller than the last on left, pouring its stream in the other stream – a few stalactites hang from the roof of the low entrance pavée with moss covered masses of rock – 2 fir trees (12 yards long) thrown across the stream 10 or 15 yards from the cavern’s mouth, by which one crosses to good path (narrow horse road) (left bank of the united streams) close above the river leading to monastery of Oodabvo (Oudabvo) – hazel box, a little yew, beech spruce fir, common laurel, ivy, elm, brackens, elder and privet and seringa (beautiful) in flower close along the clear excellent stream – off from here at 1 12/.. and at at /Anne’s repetition/ 1 55/.. back at Nikortsminda at the monastery and left Ann to sketch the East end while I took George and Adam and our Khotévi guide to the perte de la rivière (Chauri. Dubois ii. 381) 2 peals of thunder at 2 25/.. – had passed several little sinkings in holes and at 2 27/.. at the great perte – a little bar of calcareous rock across the bed of the shallow stream seems to turn it towards a hole under the bank and here the great part of the water quietly slips down no bubbling – no noise – no foam – merely a little yellowish scumminess – another little bar of such rock a yard or 2 farther absorbs the small rest of water and from there the bed is now dry – in spring when much water the great perte does not take all – and it is lost in the holes afterwards – more thunder and a shower 1/4 hour as we returned – crossed the river above the bar, and then again some distance below over the dry bed – and back at the monastery at 3 1/4 – the men had not breakfasted – had wine and bread there 1/4 hour and our guide to the caverns had got us 9 eggs and brought our ice safe

– off again at 3 1/2 – fair all the way home and came in at 4 35/.. – too late to go farther – ordered the semovar and gave the cuisinier more rice to boil – measured the great walnut tree – 7 yards girth 2 feet from the ground above all the huge roots – divides into 4 great trunks at 6 and at 9 feet from the ground – our prince says there are larger walnut trees even in this neighbourhood and larger about Gori – a pear near Nikortsminda en route to the glacière 3 yards in circumference certainly – did not stop to measure it – but could not be much wrong – then again at 5 1/4 for 1/4 hour and more thunder – dinner our 4 remaining trout (the princess sent us a present of 3 yesterday) and I had rice and cherries – Ann had 2 eggs beaten up with wine and 2 fish – bought a bottle of wine – sweetish – tastes a little of the outre but very fair – I had mine iced with ice from the glacière – true – the people of Koutaïs do sometimes send there – for ice – and the Cossack brough us 2 of the little round milk-white cheese – inked over rough draft of journal till 7 25/.. – off alone (Ann tired and lain down) at 7 1/2 to the old castle – across the fields down to the great road – walked quick – there in 1/4 hour – quite a ruin – the enclosure irregular – following the shape of the isolated projection of hill-rock – rather a long oval – the once lived-in-part a high large oval tower with demi-round tower like building accolé within this oval tower – 5 stories high – some remains of 2 or 3 old chimneys – fine view – town of Chotévi in 6 groups on 6 knolls 3 on one side the river 3 on the other – very picturesque – just as I arrived the moon was rising and the mountains were clear for a few minutes – only saw the snow-streaked – could not reach the snow-covered – door into covered way up to entrance door of oval tower about 3 feet 6 inches wide and 5 feet and an inch or 2 high – toad-in-a-hole hanging of door and recesses in the walls for a tremendously large bolt or bar – opened to the right on entering from outside – toad hole 6 inches diameter bar holes 1 feet high 10 inches broad 3 feet+ deep left side and farther than I can reach with my 3 feet umbrella right round chimney accolée close to the door left on entering from outside – 17 minutes there till quite dust /dusk/ - home in 20 minutes at 8 20/.. and found Ann just ready to get into bed – beautiful evening – fine day till the rain from from /Anne’s repetition/ 2 1/2 to 3 and from 5 1/4 for 1/4 hour – had just written so far (stood all the time) at 10 55/.. at which hour Reaumur 17 1/2° and Fahrenheit 71+° –

Anne’s marginal notes:

V [visit]

Nikortsminda.

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WYAS pages: SH:7/ML/E/24/0149 SH:7/ML/E/24/0150

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Kitchen Garden Plan For 2024 (Part I)

Here is my Kitchen Garden Plan For 2024! As usual, I started dreaming about it since Mid-Winter!

I actually planted the overgrown, sprouted potatoes much earlier this time, in November! I was so chuffed with the delicious Potato Harvest I had last year, I could not wait to repeat the experiment. And now, in late April, there is a beautifully green and leafy patch in the Lasagna Garden [(Update One) (Update Two) (Update Three) (Update Four)], almost ready for a New Potato harvest!

On late Winter days, when the weather held, I worked a bit on the Veg Patch Extension, tilling. I've been away in New Zealand for most of March, but since returning on the 1st of April, I've generously fed it compost, wood ashes and Leaf Mould. And appropriately, there is a kūmara (sweet potato) growing in the middle of it! Kūmara, which the first Māori who settled in Aotearoa (New Zealand) had brought from their Polynesian Islands and successfully grown in a very different climate is historically and culturally important to Māori iwi, as well as being delicious!

I remain as ambitious as ever, and have decided to try growing courgettes, and more varieties of tomatoes (Marmande and Pineapple). Whilst last year's purple Beans were a resounding success, the aubergines were not! I have thus sowed them inside, and shall plant their seedlings in a sunnier spot alongside Marigolds and calendula to repel aphids and other pests, and to attract bees and pollinators and make the Patch look pretty!

I have sowed a bunch of other seeds inside this month, in egg boxes, both from packets I bought and seeds I collected (from Red Kuri Squash, Bell Peppers, Chilli Peppers, Butternut Squash and Cantaloupes!) and I am watching them grow, watering them and tending to them, until it’s warm enough to plant seedlings and sow seeds in the Kitchen Garden.

This is the Veg Patch part of my Kitchen Garden Plan for 2024. In black, are fruits, herbs, flowers and vegetables grown from seeds (either sown inside and planted as seedlings, or sown directly in the Patch), in blue, vegetables I am growing from scraps, and in red, the date I planted or sowed them outside.

Happy Gardening, friends!

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Riot of Rot 2023 checklist under the cut.

SKINS & ACCENTS

Festermane (Aberration f) x1

I Love's Mom's Soup (Aberration m) x1

Contagious Invasion (Aether m) x1

Moth Eaten (Banescale f)

Eaters of the Dead (Coatl f) x1

Crowsoul (Coatl m) x1

Primal Rot (Fae m) x1

Hare of the Bog (Imperial m) x1

Glistening Mutation (Mirror f) x1

Blackfly (Mirror m)

Stained Mould (Ridgeback f) x1

Boiling Boneyard (Ridgeback m) x1

Rotten Work (Skydancer f)

Hellwell Snaps (Snapper f)

All-Consuming Contagion (Snapper m)

Vertebrae (Spiral m) x1

FESTIVE FAVORS

Boneyard Drape x10

Marigold of Rot x2

Tertiary Gene: Riot (Aberration) x5

Tertiary Gene: Riot (Gaoler) x5

SURPLUS

All-Seeing Shrooms x800

Chests x1

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The corn is in tassel, the grass is high, Morning and evening echo with praise, Robins whistle and thrushes reply, Making the most of these holidays.

The silver birches are laughing out, An emerald plume lifts the sculptured fern, While thistle-blossoms begin to pout, And the wild red roses begin to burn.

Here they come trooping, now, one and all, Larkspur, and bluebell and gay marigold— Had they been waiting the fairy's call To spring from the dusk of the mould?

Look- the brown sparrow longs not to flutter With wings like the pansy's purple best, Nor the velvet pansy yearns to utter What the sparrow croons over her nest.

Steeped in the happy summer weather, Each content with its fortunate dower, Life is enough, no matter whether One be a girl, a bird, or a flower!

Summer Weather by Mary Newmarch Prescott

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Ada: why do you want the job?

Marigold: so, I use it as an opportunity to free Agatha

Hecate: ada…that’s suspicious

Ada: you’re hired! Welcome Miss Mould!

*Hecate sighs*

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