#ain vil

[west-side]

🩷

#ain vil #gay

[jackhkeynes]

Introduction to a Recipe

excerpt in translation from acclaimed 1880 mealbook Pasti Mezziterreni (Middlesea Meals), written by world-traveller Giosforo Sant'Angelo.

Farrago a Pot Cypriot Cypriot Pan-Farrago

Preðauc vos seyað feliç aðief a un orin ny rimot Masrecq broucar Unless you have the good fortune to hail from the Masreck coast

(degnant par boc y staddenzan d'Arcabil ain un kes cosvour, la fait quippe des laið a vacq), (although I hear the Arcabil staddenzen have a similar cheese, there made of course with cow's milk),

vos stoura se contentar an kes Cypriot quidam conservað sou salmoir oc, ja pos ragostant cos immachiabr nell'oc mistur pouvler, you will need to content yourself to brine-stored Cypriot cheese which, while perfectly appetising in this traditional mélange,

noc incaint vars y repasc deliçous attegndr meyon pris a cost y mar posc un jorn passað ny ruin a Knossos. is unlikely to match the exquisite meal I took by the sea after a day spent among the ruins of Knossos.

Se pos reclamar ig jo no fos cos forçað for souvolant ne souc de grantað, emmenað lonc y mesur par y gra d'asc reðr mey; One might object that I must simply have been swept up in grandeur, carried along by the weight of aeons behind me;

de my sgart jo vil aglon y cociner reconnoscr. for my part I am inclined to credit the chef.

#conlang #boral #conlanging #boralverse #alternate history #conworld #translation

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hello.

May I request Rook ? Thank you.

- 🪰

Rating: General Audiences  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Twisted Wonderland  Relationships: Epel Felmier & Rook Hunt & Vil Schoenheit Characters: Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit Additional Tags: fluff Summary: Pomefiore takes a trip to a museum to appreciate some fine art. Epel, however, doesn't understand how this stuff can be considered "art". Rook decides to do his thing and praise the understated beauty to help Epel understand. A/N: You gave me too much freedom, Mi Love. Now you get two gay dads trying to raise their problem child to appreciate artwork. Also, I know you speak French and that makes me fear what you will think as you read this hot mess. lol

"C'est magnifique, non?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea what you just said, but it sure is… something." Epel shook his head, unsure of what exactly to say about the work of art – if you could really call it that – in front of him.

"Something it indeed is," Rook gushed in his usual manner that both overwhelmed Epel and made him slightly uncomfortable. "Such vibrant colors conveying the range of human emotions in such a concise and elegant form. It truly makes one feel humbled."

"It's a buncha squares."

There was no other way to describe what Epel was seeing other than that. It was a single canvas with a small yellow square inside of a black square of nearly the same size inside of a larger white square inside of a red square that filled the entire outer edge.

Epel looked at the piece of art in confuzzlement. "I was making the same thing with a box of crayons when I was a sprout."

"Your scribbles weren't valued in the millions." Vil finally interjected, tired of listening to Rook trying to educate a stubborn child who refused to hear the actual praise.

Vil wore his blonde hair back in a messy bun. His eyes were covered by slim framed sunglasses that obscured his eyes and there was a flora silk scarf around his neck to try and hide some of his other recognizable features from public view. Although, it was hard not to recognize his distinct frame and build even under his attempt to obfuscate it under clothing.

A slight frown crossed Epel’s face. "I'm just saying it doesn't take that much talent to make some squares. It ain- isn't the same as those other pictures with all the details."

"They're called landscapes," Vil informed him, "and they are quite beautiful and require a keen eye to make."

"Mais cela a sa propre beauté!" Rook beamed. "One can appreciate the fine work that goes into capturing the experience of the human eye and the grandiosity of such a sight; there is a reason humans never grow tired of seeing the sun rise and set. This price is beautiful in its own way though.

"It captures what the eyes cannot. It tries to materialize the emotions of man into a single, finite, unchanging image. It tells an incroyable story with only one shape and four colors. There are no brush strokes to give away that it was made by hand, the squares are perfectly centered, it was made without any sketching or planning on the canvas. It's as if it was made by something otherworldly, but we know that's not possible because the artist's name is attached to the piece. We know that un beastman made this with only their hands. Does that dissonance not stir something inside of you, Monsieur Pommette?"

Epel stared at Rook with concern.

Vil stood back and listened to Rook's analysis of the piece until the end before he spoke. "It's not wrong to appreciate a landscape. They are a classic form of art and require an eye for fine detail. It's also not wrong to say that a work of art isn't meant for you. However," Vil snapped, "I will not allow the skill, practice, and hard work that goes into creating artwork like this as well. The artist is not less talented and puts in no less effort than any other and such efforts should be recognized even when we do not like the end results."

"Ah, Roi du Poison, I knew you would understand." Rook smiled from ear to ear. "Do you see the beauty in this artwork now, Monsieur Pommette?"

"Suuuure," Epel said hesitantly. 

Then he went quiet.

He didn't understand what either of them was saying, but he also didn't want to hear them lecture him any more than necessary – which was not at all. All he wanted was to get through this strange experience as quickly as possible.

#twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #mine #twst fluff #fluff

[liviavanrouge]

Jasper Birthday Jacket

Jasper: *Holds his head on his hands* How exciting my interviewer will be here soon, can't wait

Jasper: I wonder who was chosen, hope it's someone who enjoys my jokes

???: I would prefer if you kept your head on

Jamil: Hello Jasper, Happy Bithday

Jasper: Hey Jamil! Thanks for the wish!

Jamil: I was unsure of what to get you, but I hope you like this gift I have with me

Jasper: I'm sure I wi-

Jamil: What is it?

Jasper: JACKSTER HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW!!! AWESOME!!

Jamil: EH!??

Jasper: How lucky!! I'm jealous that he has a girlfriend before me! Look at the doll, it looks so well made!

Jasper: She's smooth to the touch! Look at the stitching in her arms and the red flowing hair down her back! She's perfect

Jasper: I'm gonna call her Salster!!

Jamil: .....I did not expect him to like it that much...

Jasper: Jackster is gonna fall in love when he sees Salster, they're gonna be an iconic couple!

Jamil: Have you been learning slang from Cater? Do you know what Iconic even means?

Jasper: Of course I have! I've been learning it from some of the other Pomefiore students as well, it's quite a fun process

Jasper: Totes cool!

Jamil: Seems like you've been learning more from Cater than Vil.

Jasper: He always offers whenever I see him in the hallway, never a dull moment with that guy you know...

Jasper: He's possibly the only sunshine guy I don't avoid willingly, I always find a reason to go chill with him

Jasper: *Beams* Wait till I tell him about Jackster and Salster! He's totes gonna be so jelly!

Jamil: *Frowns* I bet he will....

~~~~

Jamil: Let's begin the interview. If you could have any student from Night Raven Collage as a sibling, who would it be? Students from your dorm are excluded

Jasper: Lilia.

Jamil: That was quick!

Jasper: I'm pretty close with Lilia when I ain hangin' with Malleus. We've run into each other a few times at night when he's searching for Malleus and/or Livia

Jasper: He likes bats and he's good at games, taught me a few things himself, not to mention he showed me some self defense moves

Jasper: I bested Sebek once in a training brawl, but I think I gave the guy extra training for a month since a 'rookie' beat him from what Lilia told me

Jamil: I can just feel the shame and embarrassment he must've felt

Jasper: Heh, yeah, I felt guilty but proud, Lilia himself even praised me and said I'd make a pretty good guard should I so wish

Jasper: Also, his cooking is delicious

Jamil: .....take that back, take that back right now...

Jasper: No way! It's the greatest thing I've ever tasted! I always get my breakfast and lunch from him

Jasper: He's always so happy to make it for me as well, I'm grateful otherwise I'd have to find something appealing in the lunchroom

Jamil: Someone like you do exist, I owe Shadow a weeks worth of lunch...

Jasper: Speaking of food, he brought me a cake he baked himself, I didn't wanna share so I ate it all in my room

Jasper: I feel kinda bad for not sharing with everyone, I bet everyone else wanted a slice as well but I can be pretty selfish when it comes to my favorite things

Jamil: I bet they'd thank you actually...

Jasper: Hm? You say something?

Jamil: I hope you thanked Lilia actually...

Jasper: I did, don't worry!

~~~~

Jamil: If you were to transfer to a different dorm, what would it be?

Jasper: A different dorm huh? I have actually never had to think about it before since I'm comfortable in Pomefiore despite Vil and Golden being the duo that keeps us in place

Jasper: Hm, give me a second to think about it for a moment

Jasper: Transfer to a different dorm huh?

Jasper: ....Heartslabyul..

Jamil: Okay- WHAT!??

Jasper: There's many dark places at night and I'd be able to remember every rule there, I have good memory

Jamil: If you want dark places why not go to Diasomnia?

Jasper: Because of "Diasomnia's Angel"

Jamil: ....Livia...?

Jasper: I'd be trembling in my shoes if I was in the same dorm as hers! She has Malleus watching out for her and rumor has it through school that the Valley of Thorns queen also loves her greatly

Jasper: That's SCARIER than the spooks in my hometown, who could be in the same form as her much less be her friend! I'd be scared of getting cursed for making her cry!

Jasper: She has so many "bodyguards" as well, that it'll be hard to even WANT to hang around her...

Jamil: She'd cry now hearing that...

Jasper: I hardly feel bad...

Jasper: At least in Heartslabyul I feel some form of safety, besides I like hanging with Cater and Deuce, they some chill guys

Jasper: Also, I like the challenge of following the rules and trying to please Riddle's rule following instincts, not to mention they got some awesome sweets

Jamil: Understandable, a shame you didn't give Scarabia a shot

Jasper: Sorry, I wouldn't be able to handle the sunshines of your dorm

Jamil: Me neither but I still do

Jasper: Fair point

Jamil: That concludes this interview, are you ready?

Jasper: Go for it!

Jamil: Happy Birthday, Jasper!

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Jasper: *Laughs, his hands combing his hair back as whipped cream covered half of his face, the plate on his shoulder*

@anxious-twisted-vampire

#twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland disney #twst disney #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst wonderland #twisted oc #twst birthday #twst birthday jacket #twst vignette #twst event #twistedwonderland #jamil #jamil viper #twisted wonderland jamil #twst jamil #jamil twst #jamil twisted wonderland

[blood-starved-beast]

Riot released a new Champion named K’Sante and look at him actively calling out Swain like a boss. Glad to see that Riot hasn’t forgotten completely that Swain is the vil;ain

That’s besides the point though I think K’Sante and Irelia should team up and do the mlm/wlw solidarity with each other 

#K'Sante #Jericho Swain #League of Legends

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thurs[day] 21 August 1834

..

9 3/4

L

get on as fast in the night as day – n[o]t long[e]r in chang[in]g horses – fine, b[u]t dull, cool morn[in]g – th[e]re h[a]s

been a gr[ea]t deal of r[ai]n ver[y] recent[l]y – it preced[e]d us last night – the dust qui[te] laid even fr[om] M[on]targis –

on[l]y one postill[io]n for our 4 horses all the way fr[om] Nemours to Essonne, th[e]n 2 ag[ai]n – want[e]d to be

p[ai]d the sa[me] as if 2; b[u]t, tho’ I profess[e]d to gi[ve] 2/. p[e]r p[ai]r dur[in]g the night, I w[oul]d n[o]t do th[i]s, and on[l]y ga[ve] h[i]m 3/. p[e]r p[air]

at 7 1/2 sm[all] drizzl[in]g r[ai]n – Fr[om] Fontainebleau, the count[r]y, tho’ neith[e]r beaut[iful] n[o]r pict[uresque], improves – good

lit[tle] towns or vil[lage]s – good maison de campagne – evid[entl]y appr[oa]ching the capit[a]l – at Villejuif at 9 53/..

and off ag[ai]n at 10 – a dirtyish look[in]g goodish 1 st[ree]t vil[lage] – Fine view of Paris, and Montmartre,

en sort[an]t de Villejuif – the day clears a lit[tle] and the sun app[ea]rs – traces of a gr[ea]t deal of r[ai]n here in the

night – Pass the barr[ie]r int[o] Paris at 10 29/.. – pass[e]d by the r[ue] S[ain]t Vict[oi]re n°27 – sev[era]l let[ter]s 15

days, and s[e]nt immed[iatel]y to Geneva! how terrib[l]y unlucky – the wom[a]n s[ai]d I h[a]d prom[ise]d to wr[ite] and say

when no mo[re] were to be forward[e]d – I do rememb[e]e so[me]th[in]g of th[i]s, b[u]t nev[e]r th[ou]ght of it till th[i]s

inst[an]t – How unlucky! – Alight at Meurices’ at 11 1/4 – noth[in]g b[u]t a sm[all] 3me – lit[tle]

sitt[in]g r[oo]m and bedr[oo]m and 1 ver[y] sm[all] pl[a]ce for Eugenie – ta[ke] it – a lit de sangle put up in

the bedr[oo]m for A- [Adney] w[oul]d n[o]t tell the pr[ice] -    br[eak]f[a]st at 11 5/.. – wash[e]d and dress[e]d – and wr[ote] 1 end and finish[e]d

A-‘s [Adney] let[ter] to my a[un]t writ[ten] at Clerm[on]t – afr[ai]d we sh[oul]d n[o]t get off fr[om] Paris till Mon[day] – will

wr[ite] a few lines fr[om] Lond[on] – wr[ote] also to ‘Monsieur  Monsieur le directeur de la poste

aux lettres, à Genèva, Swisse’ begg[in]g h[i]m to forw[ar]d mine and A-‘s  [Adney] let[ter]s to me aux soins de

Mess[ieu]rs Laffitte and c°, bankers Paris – A- [Adney] and I out at 4 – walk[e]d immed[iatel]y to the gr[ea]t poste

aux let[tre]s r[ue] Jean Jacques Rousseau – too late for let[tre]s affranchis – the off[i]ce closes at 4 –

b[u]t put in the let[ter] (vid[ere] 5th line ab[ov]e) to Geneva – saw the hall an bled (inter[io]r and walk[e]d all r[ou]nd it) –

saw als[o] the ch[ur]ces de S[ain]t Eustache and S[ain]t Roch, and call[e]d and ask[e]d M[ada]me Contant ab[ou]t Edredon –

n[o]t m[u]ch the bet[ter] for th[a]t – ord[ere]d one (w[oul]d ta[ke] 2 1/2lb. Edredon at 28/. p[e]r lb.  (us[e]d to be on[l]y 25/.) to be

116fr. – ho[me] at 7 10/.. – din[ner] at 7 1/2 – ver[y] fine day – F[ahrenheit] 71° at 9 35/.. p.m. neith[e]r of us the

worse for being up all night –

[librofrancesco]

Autore: Anonimo

Nome dell’opera: Figure umane in piedi

Data: VIII-VIl millennio a.C.

Periodo: Neolitico

Collocazione: Ain Ghazal, Giordania

Tecnica: Busti antropomorfi modellati con una malta formata da calcare sbriciolato su uno scheletro di canne e rami tenuti insieme da una cordicella

Funzione o: Probabilmente sono stati sepolti subito dopo la realizzazione, essendo stati realizzati per quell'intento

È conservata nel Museo della Giordania

[theguythatdraws]

The Watch

Midnight, November 12, 2000 (1st Year)

MC's used:

Gwendolyn Gordon aka Mrs. C @drinkyoursoupbitch

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"Beautiful night tonight."

Lycidas stared up at the stars, gazing in wonderment at the night sky. Sipping a Coca-Cola, sitting in a beach chair on the Castle Grounds, he loved watching the stars, it's what he did after a long day.

Full moon tonight. Oh man, I hope Mum's doing fine.

Sometimes he'd see a falling star, so he'd make a wish, usually something practical, like for his mom's transformations to go smoothly, or his dad to have a good harvest. He knew some wishes never came true, but he liked the thought.

He looked at the sky. There was a streak of light in the night. "Huh."

He always felt like he could never protect his friends well enough. He wasn't very good at defensive magic. I wish I could protect my friends better.

Suddenly, the falling star changed paths midair, heading straight down— no, straight at him!

Lycidas jumped out of his chair, ran away, turned back, grabbed his Coke, and ran away again, just as the comet destroyed his beach chair.

Sipping his soda, he walked over to the crater, looking down in it. He never saw a comet like this before- well, he never saw any comet before, but if he had, it wouldn't look like this.

It looked like a mechanical shell, almost like a casing of some kind. Suddenly, it opened with a hiss, and in the center was a green glow.

Lycidas crawled into the crater to find the source of the glow. In the shell was...

A watch.

It didn't look like a normal watch, though. It didn't have any hands or numbers, just an hourglass shape on the face.

"What's a watch doing in a comet?"

Perplexed, Lycidas reached down to the watch to look at it...

And suddenly, it jumped onto his arm!

"GAH! GET OFF! GET OFF!"

Lycidas took off his prosthetic, and threw it away. "Well, that's that."

Suddenly, he felt something cold slide to his right shoulder. Pulling down his shirt collar, he saw the watch had morphed into a pauldron attached to his shoulder.

"Oh come on!" He went to grab his arm, and when he put it back on, the watch shifted back to the prosthetic.

He examined the device attached to his arm. He noticed a button on the side of it. He pressed it, and suddenly, the watch face popped up.

"What the-"

The hourglass shifted into a diamond and in the center was a humanoid silhouette.

"What is that?"

He pressed down onto the watch face...

Suddenly, there was a flash of green light, and Lycidas felt his body change.

Dark red stones started to cover his body, and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter...

Finally, it felt like it was over. "What just happened?" Lycidas said aloud, except he didn't sound like himself. His voice sounded deeper.

"What happened to my voice?!"

He looked down...

His entire body was on fire!

"AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHH! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

He ran around for a few minutes, throwing soda and dirt on himself, trying to put himself out. But then he stopped.

He was on fire, but he wasn't burning to death. In fact, he felt fine. He felt no pain at all.

"Wait, maybe I'm supposed to be on fire? Wow, this is so weird."

He looked at himself. His body was made of dark red stones, with yellow outlines, almost like magma. His head was covered by white flames, like his hair. Also-

"My arm! It's back!" He looked at his new right arm, made of the same red rocks and magma.

"Did that watch thing do this to me?" Lycidas looked at his arm, but the watch had disappeared. Instead, there was a symbol on his chest that had the same hourglass shape as the watch. He tried pulling it off, but it was stuck to him pretty good. "Well, I guess thats not coming off."

In the back of his mind, Lycidas thought he heard a small voice saying "make a fireball." He concentrated, and in his hands he created a small fireball. He threw it across the lawn and is spread into a small fire that extinguished quickly.

Awesome! I can throw fire! Lycidas thought. He raised his hand and shot a huge jet of fire from it...

... right onto the Whomping Willow.

"Oh crap!" Lycidas said.

The tree started thrashing and slamming onto the ground, trying to put itself out, flaming twigs flying everywhere.

"Hold on! I'll put it out!" Lycidas shouted. He tried to put out the fire, but with the tree thrashing the way it was, he couldn't even get close. Suddenly, he heard voices.

"...would do something like this?!"

"Obviously someone with no respect for plant life!"

No, it was an accident! I'd never hurt the Whomping Willow on purpose! Lycidas thought. He ran away from the grounds, and hid behind a wall.

It was Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Mrs. C. "Oh great, if I survive Sprout AND McGonagall, Mrs. C will definitely kill me! How am I going to explain this!? 'I found a watch and it turned me into a crazy fire monster?'"

The three teachers pulled out their wands and shot jets of water onto the tree. It relaxed it's branches and fell still.

"Alright, Pomona, you check the corridors, and Mrs. Copper, you check the grounds. I'll check the Quidditch Pitch," said McGonagall.

"I'm dead."

Wendy started searching around the grounds. Lycidas didn't know what to do. He hadn't changed back yet-wait, would he change back?- and he knew it would be impossible to explain. He didn't even know what he was.

"Wait, maybe if I just tell Mrs. C that it's me, she won't try to kill me, and I'm so screwed! No! That's thinking too negative!" He sucked it up.

"Mrs. C!" He shouted. Wendy turned to the wall she heard the name Finn's son called her. But it didn't sound like Lycidas.

"Who said that? Come on out! Did you light the tree on fire?"

"Listen, it's me, Lycidas McGarry! I'm gonna come out now, but I just want you to know, I'm not going to look like myself!"

"Ok?"

He jumped out, and of course, was met by shouts of terror in Gaelic, and shockingly, a jet of water.

"Ow! Mrs. C, I told you, it's me!"

"No way! Last time I checked, Lycidas McGarry wasn't some giant flaming monster!"

"I'm telling you the truth! I found some kind of watch and it turned me into this thing! You gotta believe me!" Fiery tears started appearing in his eyes.

"Ok then, uh, what present did me and my husband get Lycidas for his birthday?"

"You got me a bubble wand attachment for my prosthetic! It was blue!"

Wendy put down her wand. "Lycidas?"

"Yes it's me. I'm scared, Mrs. C, I don't know what happened. I don't even know if I'll turn back." Lycidas put his face in his hands and started to softly cry tears of fire.

"Its ok, kid, we'll figure this out."

Suddenly, there was a beeping sound coming from the hourglass symbol on Lycidas' chest, that gradually dropped in tone.

And in a flash of red...

Lycidas stood in front of Wendy, human again.

"Hey, I'm back to normal! And I feel fine!"

Wendy looked at the device attached to Lycidas' arm. "Is this the watch you told me about?"

"Yeah, but when I turned into that fire thing, it didn't hurt. In fact, I felt great. I could shoot fireballs and jets of fire, but I panicked when I set the Whomping Willow on...fire..."

"You set the tree on fire?!"

"Well I didn't mean to!"

"Ok, fine, just come with me and don't touch that thing. We'll take it off."

"I already tried, it'll just move to my shoulder."

"Ok, well, we'll try to find out more about this thing in the morning."

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Space

Anger.

The Omnitrix belonged to him alone, not whatever primitive creature stumbled upon it. He would be the only one that could use it's power. However, he and his ship were damaged during the battle. He needed to heal.

"Send the drones after the Omnitrix. Bring it to me." He said in his low cold voice.

#harry potter #mc #lycidas mcgarry #fireworks #magic awakened #gwendolyn gordon #magic awakened/ben 10 crossover #who's this mysterious VIL-ain?

[leathertello]

Comments like this. Please let me explain: I know they are made with good intentions. But in my case, they cause the opposite of what they aimed at. 

#und wen ez aine dehär chu und sachä sait wi #eeeh da hättisch dr chöne dänke #da chunt halt devo wemme bekannt isch u so #weisch wani dir denn säge duä #hä waisch wa? #figgdischnü du dubbl #du hesch doch ke ahnig du flachfixxr #dönd nid so wi drögeler wo uf enzug si #händ doch ke aanig wi vil arbet de shit isch #u wenn denn alle comment wo chunt isch when next? #wa glaubsch wa da mini reaktion isch #da schisst mi de grusig a wenn da eine chunt wo praktisch meh meh meh meh!! und da isch alles wonner ever uselaht #weisch wah #wükli #figg dis chnü #bevort so seich uselasch hebsch besser d schnure #isch mer egal öbs ufmunternd oder wa de fagg au immer gmeint isch #heb eifach d schnore wennd nüt meh chasch säge ussert 'wenn gahts wiiters' #fixxgriffel alli zäme #(sorry abr da hät ma möse use) #i bi hässig fals da no niämert realisiert hät #supper hässig

[plan-d-to-i]

what really pisses me off abt yu ziyuan stans is how they try to paint her as a "good, loving mom" and excuse or even applaud the way she treated her children (i'm talking specifically abt jc and jyl here cuz the idea she even saw wwx as part of the jiangs is laugable) because "oh she meant well". like yeah even if she HAD good, selfless, mother intentions she sucked at getting them through! doesn't excuse what she did! and look how her kids turned out bc of it all lmao

“Madam Yu stood up and mocked, “What do you want me to do? Like your father, you want me to hold my tongue? You really are an idiot. I’ve told you long ago that you’ll never in your whole life be able to surpass the one sitting beside you. Not over cultivation, not over night-hunting, even over shooting kites, you can’t surpass him! It can’t be helped. Who could change the fact that your mom is worse than another’s?” (chapter 51)

“Madam Yu was startled by Jiang YanLi, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. With the delay, all of the boys had vanished into thin air. She was so infuriated that she turned to Jiang YanLi and pinched her cheek, “Eat, eat, eat—all you do is eat!” Jiang Yanli was pinched so hard by her mother that tears trickled out...The more Madam Yu thought about it, the angrier she became, and with the summer heat on top of all that, she really began to crave watermelon. With all that… she grew even angrier.”

but Jiang Fengmian is the rEal viLLain bc he held the traumatized orphan that ONE time in front of jc's salad ... k

#mdzs #Madam Yu #Jiang YanLi #jiang cheng

[spark-ocblog]

pinned/info/character list:

disclaimer!! i have/have had a lot of mental problems and as a result so do my ocs! i don't know what content warnings are useful but please let me know what you want tagged and i will!! i format my cws as "#cw [content]" or "#cw [content] mention"!

might edit this post with links or something later on maybe?? to sort stuff or something

im still workshopping most of these but for now here's a list in order of most to least developed:

💜 Laverne [squeamish, genderqueer, and VERY mentally ill]

🖤 Orion [a "persona" for Laverne who is actually his own separate person (alter moment)]

❤️ Elias [hates the law, a bit abrasive but cares a lot]

💞 Vil [newest oc as of fall 2022! they're a combination of 💜 and ❤️ because I think that's interesting. personality varies greatly by circumstance!]

💙 [name in progress] [he is full of love and bad life choices]

🩵 Aine [description in progress, he's new!]

💚 Zena [she/her/hers, it/its/its, and ze/zir/zirs; ze's a plant spirit, still workshopping the details though]

💛 Haelim [still reworking him too]

#pinned post #spark has ocs

[west-side]

🩷

#ain vil #gay #méxico gay

[suitelifeofpaige]

thank u @mikeycliffords for tagging me to spell my url using song titles!! this was really fun 💖✨

So What by P!nk

Unlonely by Jason Mraz

I Am Light by India.Arie

This Town by Niall Horan

Evil Twin by Meghan Trainor

Love You Goodbye by One Direction

If Walls Could Talk by 5SOS

Falling Slowly from Once

English Love Affair by 5SOS

Over You by Ingrid Michaelson

Fabulous from HSM2 (turkey imported from mai-ai-ai-aine u kno what i'm sayin)

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Ain't It Fun by Paramore

I Thought She Knew by *NSYNC

Good Girls by 5SOS

Extraordinary Magic by Ben Rector

i'm tagging: @soggyburgers @howdyitsfroggie @hashbrown-slut @nicebasscalum @maaaiiittteee @logxnsworld @lukesogolden

#tag game #ignore my random music taste

[woollyslisterblog]

1834 April Wednesday 2 (part one)

Q

8:30 time awake

12.10 time asleep

one goodish one last night and then fell asleep

R[ained] in the night and recent[l]y this morn[in]g b[u]t fairtho[ugh] rath[e]r hazy and F54° at 8.20 AM – Miss W [Walker] up ear[l]y - ready for Washington at 8:15 AM told h[i]m to gi[v]e H [?] order to let Manning[ha]m have the toll – h[a]ve at £63 for his the mason’s work the who[le] to be arch[e]d and cellar[e]d at £5 extra - £68 for his who[le] job – br[ea]kf[a]st at 9:20 – wr[ote] out and p[o]st[ed] and s[e]nt by Thomas lit[tle] no[te] to ‘Mr Williamson Registr[y] off[i]ce for serv[an]ts Colliergate’ to tell h[I]m to tell Frances Cotham I sh[oul]d n[o]t inq[uire] his charact[e]r of Mr. Rob[er]t Heap of Bradford, as I had given up all th[ou]ght of hir[in]g h[i]m - had a flipp[an]t young man at 20 fr[om] Mr. Blades’s to sp[ea]k to me - he asked £20 p[e]r ann[um] - so on that gl[a]d of the excuse to s[e]nd him off w[i]thout mu[ch] ado -

Miss W [Walker] and I off at 11.15 to Duncombe Park by Easingwold - at E [Easingwold] at 12.57 off fr[om] there at 1.05 - at 1.35 alighted at CREYKE or CRAKE Cast[le] - ver[y] fine extens[ive] view fr[om] the hill on w[hi]ch the cast[le] stands – an oblong building now cowhouse barn and hayloft remain[in]gand a few traces of old[e]r build[in]g – gl[a]d we w[e]nt - neat good ch[ur]ch n[ea]r the cast[le] and bel[ow] that the ver[y] neat nice vil[lage] – fr[om] Creyke by a hilly road thro[ugh] the Park to Duncombe Park at 4:20 - an h[ou]r see[in]g the h[ou]se- the Dog of Alcibiades price 1000 Guineas, and the Disco-bolus fr[om] m[u]ch mo[re] in the handso[me] hall – b[o]th ver[y] fine pieces of statuary – suc[eeding?] the Diana á la biche, the Discobolus the fin[e]st stat[ue] I h[a]ve yet seen - there is a beaut[iful] lit[tle] antique Antinous - as the late Dr Burgh of York us[e]d to say the pict[ure]s are a select[ion] not a collect[ion] - the head of St Paul chef d'oeuvre of Leonardo da Vinci, and 2 fine landscapes of Claude Lorraine seem[e]d to please us best -

The h[o]us[e] is one of Sir John Vanburgh’s - 2 stor[ie]s on a basement story - square and chim[ne]y in heavy [masses?] - peristyle of 4 Cori[nthia]n col[umns] - 35 min[ute]s walk[in]g along the house terr[a]ce and r[ou]nd b[a]ck to the h[o]us[e] – beaut[iful] view fr[om] the end of this terrace over the pict[uresque] lit[tle] wind[in]g riv[e]r Rye and Helmsley and it ruin[e]d cast[le] of w[hi]ch there are consid[era]ble rem[ains] of the old 14[th-century] keep tow[e]r and of the gr[ea]t gateway of the out[e]r [Gallinum?] or court - besides a larger rem[nant] of wh[a]t m[u]st ha[ve] been the build[in]g inhab[ite]d by Villars, D[uke] of Buckingham - w[i]th large Elizabeth[a]n kind of wind[ow]s - a temple at each end of the terr[a]ce - 20 ac[re]of mowing-b[e]g[i]n to mow the 1st of May and so on ev[er]yday, so g[rea]t the who[le] is mown ev[er]y nine days till 1 Nov–

#gentleman jack #anne lister #anne lister's diary #ann walker

[svenson777]

Oswald von Wolkenstein

Memorial stone

~

Oswald von Wolkenstein

"Wenn ich betracht"

~

I

Wenn ich betracht,

strefflich bedenck den tag durch scharpfs gemüte

der creaturen underschaid,

ir übel und ir güte,

so vind ich ains in solchem klaid,

des übel, güt niemt verbessren, bösren mag.

Ich hab gedacht

der slangen houbt, da von Johannes schribet,

wie in der werlt kain böser frucht

sich auf der erden scheibet:

vil schnöder ist unweiplich zucht,

von ainer schönen, bösen frauen plag.

Man zemet liephart, löwen wild,

den püffel, das er zeucht;

der ainem weib die haut abfildt,

und si die tugent fleucht,

noch künd man si nicht machen zam,

ir üble gifft ist aller werlde gram.

II

Wirt si geert,

so kan si niemt mit hoffart überwüten;

ist si versmächt, so tobt ir müt

geleich des meres flüten;

armt si an wirden oder an güt,

so ist si doch der bosshait allzeit reich.

Ain weib entert

das paradis, des Adam ward geschendet;

Matusalem, der starck Samson

geswechet und geplendet

von weiben; David, Salomon

durch frauen sind betrogen frävelich.

Aristotiles, ain maister gross,

ain weib in überschrait,

zwar seiner kunst er nicht genoss,

hoflichen si in rait,

küng Alexander, mächtig, hön,

von frauen viel, und Absolon, der schön.

III

Ain schön, bös weib

ist ain gezierter strick, ain spies des herzen,

ain falscher freund der ougen want,

ain lust truglicher smerzen;

des ward Helias ferr versant,

und Joseph in den kärker tieff versmitt.

Ain heilger leib,

hiess sant Johanns baptista, ward enthoubet

durch weibes räch, da vor uns Crist

behüt. ouch ward betoubet,

gevangen durch ains weibes list

der von Wolkenstein, des hanck er manchen tritt.

Dorumb so rat ich jung und alt,

fliecht böser weibe glanz!

bedenckt inwendig ir gestalt,

vergifftig ist ir swanz,

und dient den frummen freulin rain,

der lob ich breis über all karfunkelstain!

#Oswald von Wolkenstein #Memorial stone #poet #closed right eye #stone #illustration #15th century #14th century #poetry #Wenn ich betracht #middle ages #late middle ages

[oh-god-its-fig-archived]

How many scars does Wolfy have? Does Fig have scars too?

🐺 ...Many. Not everywhere, but plenty. It's just what happens when you're something like me.

🌿 I me'n... I ain' goh' much consi'erin' mah age? Jus' some from figh'in' 'em jel'ywalkahs an' jus' evil in gen'ral.

#fig cookie #werewolf cookie #👥 'nons n'asks