#east angles brass

[deepdalecamping]

Deepdale Podcast - Alton Wahlberg, Josie Field, East Angles Brass, The Miracle Cure, Elizabeth & Jameson & Sunday Driver - September 2022 - Part 3

Deepdale Podcast – Alton Wahlberg, Josie Field, East Angles Brass, The Miracle Cure, Elizabeth & Jameson & Sunday Driver – September 2022 – Part 3

Deepdale Festival 2022 – Artists Jason chats with artists performing at Deepdale Festival 2022. Part 3 includes Alton Wahlberg, Josie Field, David from East Angles Brass, The Miracle Cure, Griff from Elizabeth & Jameson, and Joel from Sunday Driver. Huge thanks to all the artists that agreed to join the podcast, and for allowing us to play samples of their music. We hope you’ll come and join…

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[keischreiber]

Is it safe to assume that this is what his office looks like? He is already Vice Chief of the Warrior Unit here... so this can't be too near from when they returned to Marley. After all, the brass won't just throw that position at him for having failed the operation. So this could be somewhere during their 4 year war with the Mid-East Alliance.

It could be a waiting room too, but there are documents scattered on the table. So it's either an office or personal quarters... but they are in Liberio, and he has a house there with his mom... the former moreso the latter.

Willing to becha that gramophone is bugged too.

Also, not Reiner spacing out when he is alone thinking of what happened in Paradis. I feel this is too common for him.

But also, these clothes.

The outer coat doesn't look very military standard... so perhaps it's part of his personal wardrobe. The inners though look very similar to the combat issued uniform that Marley has. I dunno if it's the lighting that's making it less white than it should be or if it really is just a piece of clothing that looks similar. The shape, form, and structure looks very close. It's just missing the Eldian pin which can be remove, either way. And then the inner shirt can be part of his personal attire as well. Pants, from this angle also looks like the one that comes with their military issued uniform, along with the boots.

Makes me wonder if this is his few moments of solitude before preparing for a mission...

#kei's mumblings #reiner #reiner braun #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot2 beyond the wall #The Marley cutscene #I am hyperfixating I'm so sorry

[kultofathena]

Deepeeka – Roman 3rd Century Dura Europos Dagger

This dagger is recreated from an original Roman find at the city of Dura Europos – one of Rome’s easternmost holdings of its Empire which is located in modern day Syria. At the crossroads between Rome and the west, and the Sassanid Empire and the kingdoms of the East, Dura Europos was a military and cultural hub of the Empire and excavations of its ruins have yielded fantastic treasures and artworks, including this Roman 3rd century dagger.

Single edged with a tough and practical design, this replica has a blade of C60 high carbon steel. The blade, like the original has a slight forward curve. Its bolter and pommel cap are crafted from brass and the grip is polished wood. The dagger is paired with a wooden scabbard which is embellished with a pinned brass plate and finished with a knotted leather strap. In a manner similar to a seax, the dagger was meant to be worn horizontally or at a near horizontal angle.

#Kult of Athena #KultOfAthena #New Item Wednesday #Deepeeka #Roman 3rd Century Dura Europos Dagger #sword #swords #weapon #weapons #blade #blades #Knives & Daggers #European Swords #European Knives & Daggers #European Weapons #Roman Weapons #Roman Knives & Daggers #Roman Swords #Ancient Swords #Ancient Knives & Daggers #Ancient Weapons #3rd century #Italian Swords #Italian Weapons #Italian Knives & Daggers #C60 High Carbon Steel #Battle Ready

[luuurien]

Skyzoo & The Other Guys - The Mind of a Saint

(Boom Bap, East Coast Hip Hop, Jazz Rap)

Creating a concept album to dive into darker stories of the brutal impact of addiction on Black communities and those that contribute to the cycle, The Mind of a Saint pads itself with The Other Guys’ timeless, jazzy production to let Skyzoo’s thoughts on both drug use and drug dealing pour out without ever losing the bigger picture along the way.

☆☆☆☆

Always one of the more thoughtful and heartfelt rappers in the New York scene, Skyzoo’s music never sat itself in opposition to the hardcore, East Coast boom bap around him but rather at an angle from it, working through many of the same stories and ideas with an empathetic lens, the stories of Suicide Doors or Steel’s Apartment documenting Skyzoo’s experiences with gang violence and drug use around him but searching for a bigger meaning to it all and how his music could serve as a gateway to understanding for him. His latest release, The Mind of a Saint, packs these stories into a concept album where the sting of each memory is split between Skyzoo and the titular Franklin Saint, expertly detailed and bittersweet as he dives through memories of criminality and the effects of it on those around him. With production by Washington, D.C. duo The Other Guys, The Mind of a Saint sticks to Skyzoo’s vision while letting Might Joe and Isaiah’s production shine, never a moment without beauty and your heart fully hooked into Skyzoo’s narrative raps. Though it sticks to more traditional boom bap and jazz rap, The Mind of a Saint is so plainly beautiful that these mellow beats carry Skyzoo’s stories beautifully. There are a few moments where The Other Guys’ production is a bit too heavy on the ears - the harmon muted trumpet on opener Eminent Domain has quite a bit of piercing high end that’s consistently given me a bit of an earache and The Balancing Act’s strings do the same with a heavy bassline sucking up most of the remaining space - but on the whole the album blends colorful soul arrangements with the driving energy of East Coast rap, Panthers & Powder’s dusty percussion and lush woodwind samples a heavenly backdrop for Skyzoo to examine his struggle between Black power politics and the illicit drug businesses in many Black communities (Panther in my blood, shameful of my business”), and the many losses both personal (Manboy deserved it, Khadijah deserved it / Tyana shouldn’t have been in that car, that wasn’t worth it, Andre deserved it”) and societal (And then death seems to follow suit / The weight to it will follow through / It make you breathe different, don’t it?”) brought to life marvelously over the thick piano leads and gentle brass of Bodies!, Skyzoo and The Other Guys working closely together to ensure the former’s stories don’t lose their punch and the latter’s production doesn’t take a backseat to those narratives. The balance of goals here is absolutely phenomenal, the two of them able to compromise for the conceptual demands of 100 to One or Purity to work over their six minute runtimes, some of the best tracks in Skyzoo’s two-decade career with warm production and magnificent writing. They knew what they wanted The Mind of a Saint to be, and each song helps them achieve that goal with incredible precision and might. Skyzoo’s storytelling finds itself shifting from the melancholy hopefulness of All the Brilliant Things, still working within that dichotomy between the beauty and struggle of his Brooklyn community but now bolstered by more personal storytelling where the perspectives of both the drug dealers who rely on addiction to survive and the lives of the addicts are given equal space to speak. There are times where one is given more time on a track than the other: Views From the Valley speaking on how drug abuse crawls its way into the lives of privileged and how the character of Frankie Saint continues to let them use (“As true as every 8-ball / Passed around this mansion and every mirror it’s scraped off, and the privilege it pays for / ...You know what I could do with one?, this shit could be God tier / Prove to my people how much God cares, God’s here”) while Purity finds Saint confronting the world he’s hurt and how those growing up in it will see him because of it (“Teaching them black pride and about owning where we live / I overheard the talk and went and told him who I’m is, minus the coke of course”), Skyzoo never vilifying nor exonerating The Mind of a Saint’s characters and making the album one of his most rounded and cohesive statements to date. His emotions can get intense, but it’s letting anger and sorrow boil over where The Mind of a Saint’s strongest revelations arise. A fantastically realized and breezy album, The Mind of a Saint wastes no time yet brings about just as strong an emotional throughline as Skyzoo’s strongest work, loving in moments and devastatingly dark in others and fully aware of the risk setting these feelings in such a volatile environment of personal stories poses, but pushes through that fear to create his most brutal and heartfelt project of the past few years, delving deep into his own history in a way much of his music hasn’t and rewarding him handsomely for it. For as troubling as parts of his past may have been, they’ve only served to make him the thoughtful, impressive individual and skilled artist he is today, The Mind of a Saint another smashing success for Skyzoo and a reminder of how essential a rapper he remains decades since he started sharing his voice to the world.

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[dustedmagazine]

Insomnia Brass Band — Road Works (Tiger Moon)

Photo by Frank Schindelbeck

Road Works by Insomnia Brass Band

The Insomnia Brass Band wasted no time getting back out there once pandemic restrictions lifted. The trio took their rollicking, rhythm-driven, jazz-funk minimalist marching band out on the road, starting in the spring of 2021, notching 29 shows in that year and another 19 in 2022. This latest album, Road Works, feeds the energy from that jubilant return to public performance into a baker’s dozen of new tunes.

The threesome—that’s Anke Lucks on trombone, Almut Schlichting on baritone saxophone and Christian Marien on drums—sounds, as ever, much bigger than it is, perhaps because of how deftly band members fill the spaces between one another’s notes. There are always three different, but more or less congruent, musical ideas going on in these songs, a sort of hacky-sack of interconnected inquiry, in which each musician must be prepared to keep the tune in the air, regardless of the angle it flies in from. 

A year ago, I said of Late Night Kitchen, “Insomnia Brass Band sounds like a cubist painting of an oompah band, noses jutting off in every direction, cerebral and off-beat, yet somehow capturing an eccentric, unexpected groove.” That is still very much the overall vibe in cuts like “Dreaming of East London” and “Frog Rock,” which lurch and roll with boxy abandon, all three members contributing to staccato rhythms at times, all three of them (Marien included, he gets a long solo in “Golden Wedding”) haring off into wild digressions at others. The proportion of rigor and experiment swings wildly. 

While this combination of jazz chops and nearly punk energy may define Insomnia Brass Band, the group is not afraid to color outside the lines. A few pensive, introspective, loosely rhythmed tracks highlight the musicians’ willingness to consider timbre, tone and mood, as well as swaggering beats.  In free-flowing “So Dicht Bei Mir” (which translates as “So Close to Me”), the trombone and sax unspool languid flourishes of melody — not the same melody but complementary ones — while the drummer creates small, subtle sounds with cymbals. There are long, blown-out blats of reed and brass, extended to contemplate all manner of gritty, fluttery variation.  

“Super Constellation” near its end does the best job of integrating all the things that IBB has gotten up to this record. At first, the sax keeps a syncopated, celebratory time, while drum and trombone head out into the improvisatory heights. Then the beat dissolves, and Lucks and Schlichting trade low-toned, breath-frayed meditations, while Marien ranges all over the kit. And finally, all three of them converge like a high-kicking chorus line around the rhythm, as if none of that inchoate mid-track meander had ever happened at all. 

And in a way, maybe that’s what they learned from two years on the road: that forward progress is mandatory, but not all the time. All travel should include unplanned side excursions which seem like a distraction when you take them, but turn out to be an integral part of the trip. 

Jennifer Kelly

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[svaelfyr]

Cross

“Strange, isn’t it?”

Svaelfyr sat atop a flat-topped rock, back angled forward to prop his elbows upon his knees, his slightly unkempt white beard-hairs fluffing outward in an upturned palm. Golden eyes flickered in the sunset, their focus trained over the top of those circular brass-rimmed spectacles – one of those many staples that seemed so central to his appearance. The silence between him and his traveling companion was typical; for as much as the hrothgar was willing to abruptly mention what was on his mind, his companion only rarely shared in kind. After a brief silence accompanied only by the rustling, dry winds of Gyr Abania, he spoke again.

“I used to fret so thoroughly about the lands between here and there,” he gestured loosely with his unoccupied hand at the ground beneath them and the ground beyond the cliff before them. “With the wall breached so long ago and now the—I suppose total—collapse of the Garlean empire since, it feels as though it was all so… Insubstantial.”

With a flicker of his eyes to the side, Svaelfyr could already see that he’d garnered a look of utter confusion from his friend. Keeping his face forward, he elaborated.

“Obviously the threats were real, back then. If they had known that I was a defector, I’m certain I would’ve been led back north in manacles. But still, seeing the change in rule here in the east, and the subsequent retreat of imperial troops back to a homeland that has all but collapsed… It is suddenly of no consequence to just traipse on over there, to Ala Mhigo and eastward. It just seems like the wall was more effective as a symbol than a true barricade. Could I have left sooner? Could I have fled decades before I ever did?”

For a moment longer, silence reigned. The continuing arid winds whipped the hrothgar’s clothing, cotton battering about in the wind. 

“Kweh!”

The sudden chirp earned a wince from the hrothgar, who stood up and summarily dusted off his thighs. 

“Alright. I get it; you’re ready to go. Find your brother, and we’ll hitch back up.”

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[aschlindartroom]

Happy WBW.

What is daily life like in your world?

Thanks for the ask @bardic-tales!

Gosh, this is a hard one. There are so many ways of living in New London, particularly with the Heights/Midtown/Lower London divide.

I'll speak on Midtown, since the majority of the population lives there. A lot of the everyday minutia of banking/cleaning/etc. is done by Bi-ots, so the average joe is free to offer services in maintenance, construction, at the Greenery, etc.

On an average day, you might wake up to see the dome's simulated "sun" rising up over the Lower London divide. You'd dress for work and walk to the nearest tram station (no individual vehicles in New London, unless you're one of the elite who can afford that sort of thing).

If you happen to have a commute that takes the D-Tram around the whole of Midtown, you might be gifted with a spectacular view of the city at all angles. You'd see New Africa with its spectacular architecture and shining brass monoliths. You'd see the tall, sprawling apartments of the Growers' District, and the bustling, colorful streets of the Asian Corridor. The Schmidt & Foster tower in the East End would rise above it all, a monument to their wealth and status.

You'd get to work-- a job that was likely selected for you in late adolescence by a series of aptitude and personality tests. You'd work your hours, using augmented reality (AR) tech. It's possible for you to change careers if you want, but in all likelihood, you probably enjoy what you do. Labor unions are pretty common in the private sector.

On the way home, depending on the day, you might stop by "the Block" and pick up your designated rations for the week. Or you might stop by your favorite dinner spot or bar-- the nightlife is lively in most New London districts, so there's no shortage of places to explore.

Overall, you're probably pretty happy with the day-to-day. Depending on where you go, you might run into a civil protest in the East End plaza, where the Allied Districts Council meets once per week. And Schmidt & Foster is always up to no good, sure, but they make sure that you and your friends experience a life of comfort. Somedays, you may wonder if it's blissful ignorance... if one day it'll all fall apart, like Unifiers in the West End say it will.

But not today. Not tonight. Probably.

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[businessindustry]

Elbow Hydraulic Fitting Market Types and Applications, Forecast to 2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “Elbow Hydraulic Fitting Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global Elbow Hydraulic Fitting Market share, size, trends, and growth forecasts. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

Report Highlights:

How big is the Elbow Hydraulic Fitting Market?

The global elbow hydraulic fitting market size reached US$ 5.8 billion in 2023. Looking forward, Reports and Insights expects the market to reach US$ 6.8 billion in 2032, exhibiting a growth rate (CAGR) of 4.1% during 2024-2032.

What are Elbow Hydraulic Fitting?

An elbow hydraulic fitting is a crucial component in hydraulic systems, enabling the connection of two tubes or hoses at a 90-degree angle. These fittings ensure the smooth flow of hydraulic fluid between components while maintaining flexibility and strength. Widely used in industries like automotive, construction, and manufacturing, elbow hydraulic fittings help enhance the efficiency and reliability of hydraulic systems by reducing the risk of leaks and facilitating seamless fluid transfer.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the Elbow Hydraulic Fitting industry?

The elbow hydraulic fittings market growth is driven by various factors. The elbow hydraulic fittings market is steadily growing due to the rising requirement for hydraulic systems across diverse industries like construction, automotive, and manufacturing. These fittings, crucial for linking hydraulic components at a 90-degree angle, play a vital role in ensuring the effectiveness and dependability of hydraulic systems. Key factors driving market expansion include the increasing uptake of automation and the demand for sophisticated machinery in industrial settings. Furthermore, the introduction of innovative materials and designs for elbow hydraulic fittings is anticipated to open up new avenues for market growth. Hence, all these factors contribute to elbow hydraulic fitting market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

By Material Type:

Stainless Steel

Brass

Carbon Steel

Others

By Application:

Hydraulic Systems

Pneumatic Systems

By End-Use Industry:

Automotive

Oil and Gas

Construction

Aerospace

Chemical and Petrochemical

Agriculture

Others

Market Segmentation by Region:

North America

United States

Canada

Europe

Germany

United Kingdom

France

Italy

Spain

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Middle East & Africa

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

United Arab Emirates

Israel

Who are the key players operating in the industry?

The report covers the major market players including:

ABC Industries

Eaton Corporation

Gates Corporation

Parker Hannifin Corporation

Swagelok Company

Brennan Industries

Hy-Lok Corporation

LudoPrestige

SSP Fittings Corporation

Permatech

STAUFF

RYCO Hydraulics

Gromelle

Manuli Hydraulics

Trelleborg AB

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[kenneykay18]

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Bali Pari Headboard Brown Pure Rattan Queen Openframe Nonupholstery Wallmount

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[whatiscalligraphy]

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[theadvitya]

Which Type Of Krishna Idol Is Good For Home?

Are you looking for a good way to decorate your home? Are you tired of buying new things every season? You should try inexpensive ways to add a unique style to your home.

Krishna idols are believed to bring prosperity and happiness to the house. While they are usually expensive, you can easily get them at very low prices.

Here are Some Ideas to inspire you to Create a New Look in your House.

Krishna Idol Face towards Northeast

The best type of Brass Krishna Idols to place in your home faces the East. It would help if you placed it in your home's Northeast or Southeast corner.

To get the most effective placement, you should face the statue either East to West or West to East. It would help if you did not face North or South as it will disrupt energy flow within your home.

Krishna Idol that is small in Size

The type of Krishna brass Murti you buy will depend on the size of your statue. A smaller statue should be placed at eye level wherever you choose. You can add a shelf to place it at eye level or use a bookshelf. You should always be able to look at the statue without having to look up or look down but meeting eyes with the Krishna idol.

Please do your best, unless it’s a very large statue, to not place it on the ground but elevate it at least a little bit. The key is finding a way to make sure you can see your Hindu god statues from any angle and from every angle in your home.

Krishna Statue with a Calf

Krishna idols are all about bringing good energy into your home. If you're looking to bring more blessings into your life, consider bringing in a calf-incarnation of Krishna.

If something has just happened—a birth of a new child, or maybe even a new relationship—you'll want to bring in a calf-incarnation of Krishna. These two sacred beings will bring you the most blessings and be beautiful in your home.

Krishna Statues that have Antique Finish

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[candidhart]

Made this one some time ago and had the HONOR of collabing with my dear friend @royai who wrote this AMAZING piece!

Love u Katie :3

After Dark

by @royai

It came as a surprise to Riza Hawkeye that the light could be as fearsome as the dark.

It never occurred to her that trouble could exist in the thin space between the two, that it should preserve itself there for a hundred years, maybe longer, and wait. She imagined herself as a girl asleep in her bed, moonlight slanting through her four-paned glass window, a ferry for the monsters and the things that were worse than monsters. Children checked under their beds and inside their closets, refused to venture into cellars and attics, thought of warding off the unknown with fat oil lamps and candles melting into their brass candlesticks. That things with spindly arms and bodies blacker than ink could use light as a conduit for their demented games… 

That they could touch her, even…

Nightmares took up residence in Riza’s sleep. In her waking too, they lingered there, limned her mind with the briefest flashing of tendrils. She curled into herself at night, closed her eyes on the horrors. The blackness found her, though. A million spider’s legs on her body, ghosting the flesh, raising the hairs, and that line on her cheek where the monster had touched her would weep. And she would weep, too, because it had been so long since dread had forced its way in. The tendrils brought strange, frantic memories to the forefront. A panic as familiar as church bells. 

Riza’s father, a monster in his own right, in the way that men become monsters and in the way that she had become a kind of monster too. He never minded her but to be those tendrils in the dark. Never in the light. That was her comfort, her safety, her promise.

The light.

A betrayal.

***

Central reached for her like a beggar. Grimy hands, oil-stained, gunk under fingernails chipped and jagged, it closed its hands around her and she was reminded, again, again, again, about the stories her father would tell. He would tell them in his sleep, and make promises of them in her ear, and he would tell them, even, through mouthfuls of blood. That Central was a bastard city. Its towers, spires, and cobblestones bathed in storefront lights bleeding from ornate windows, in the yellow glow of street lamps. 

Riza left her apartment and slipped off a curb, first thing. 

She remembered her first night in the city. Automobiles flicked light into her windows, made shapes out of the lamp she kept on a pile of boxes in the living room. Shadows in the dark. There were sounds all the time. Movement like tree branches.

Back East, back home, Riza could wander into the fields when she couldn’t sleep. She took a military vehicle into the countryside, an hour or so west, just a bit further inward. It parked fine on the dirt roads. Headlights would go black, melt into the darkness all around, and the hip-high grass cradled her as she sank down, down into the cottony earth. Most people counted sheep to sleep; Riza counted stars, stalks. 

She always woke before the sun. Home in time to rinse the sticks from her hair and brew coffee on her electric stove. 

Central did not exist to afford her any of that. Central was alive like hordes of flies are alive. Incessant buzzing, a whirring in your ear that you can’t see, that you worry might bury itself in your eardrum. Even before the tendrils and the monsters Riza would lie awake in her bed, books unearthed from boxes, clothes folded in neat squares over her dresser, a chest of drawers not quite filled yet, her apartment unpacked and unsettled, and fret over the whole of it: Central. 

She slipped off the curb and scraped her achilles on the concrete. Her teeth crashed together with the force, and she massaged her jaw as she reached down to rub her wounded ankle, fingers coming away wet and red.

A car beat over the cobbled street, spewing dampness from its tires. Riza wasn’t aware that it had rained but she smelled it now, acute and intense, like a single pinprick on the skin. 

Out east, that smell was earthy, ancient: soaked stone and evergreens, swollen carriages and damp horse hide, wetted dirt and a choked fire. 

Riza took Longmont to Leander, cutting her way through the city via back alleys where moonlight and street light was caught on brick corners and cordoned off by severe angles. She read the stories of women assaulted in Central well past dark, and had seen all the headlines he placed strategically at her desk, a tiny dog-shaped paperweight holding the newspaper steady until the moment Riza could read it and be properly warned. But it was never the people of Central who made her uneasy.

It was several blocks to his apartment. Riza folded herself into the dark. The creature could follow but he could not show himself here, not without a conduit, not without the light. Everything black, nothing inside of it, a void. 

A rectangle of light exploded over the ground. Riza stopped, terror seizing her hard. A woman with greying hair hummed and whistled as she sprinkled water out over hanging potted plants. Riza’s chest bounced frantically as she watched the shadow of the woman’s hands in the light, the shadow of the watering can wandering back and forth across the chasm of yellow, methodical as a pendulum. 

It happened so suddenly that Riza had little time to react. A mist, a gathering shadow, one red eye peeked out at her from the fluttering darkness. Then, like snakes, tendrils crept out of the line of black and into the little patch of light. Riza willed the woman to close the window, begged her, thought for a moment that she might shout or cry, but it was likely that the woman would only become curious and the window would remain uncovered as she came to watch from her lighted perch. 

The monster was an ancient child and yet, in this form, none of his features were childlike. His smile was wolfish and cruel, thin like a knife’s blade, and his tendrils sharp as barbs. They thrashed up against the liquid dark where Riza was hiding, attempting to gather her by the ankles. 

The child spoke using a dozen voices.

“Where are you going, Lieutenant Hawkeye?”

Home, she thought. An impulse, the truth, spoken so carelessly in her mind. To him. To the stars or the stalks, that tall grass and damp earth. Somewhere known. 

“You have made a rather purposeful attempt to evade me.”

“Forgive me,” she bit, “but our last meeting was less than enjoyable.”

The monster smirked.

“Do I trouble you so much, little Riza?”

The nickname, familiar in sound, comforting in its use, was a bitter poison on his tongue. 

“I’ll ask again for transparency.” The tendrils clawed at the ground, raked it. “Where are you going?”

Away from Central. 

Away from the light.

To him. To him. To him. 

He’ll shut off all the lights, pull all the curtains closed, feed her hot tea and leftover lentil soup and summer sausage. His apartment will smell like cologne and the candle with petals baked into it, and they’ll settle into the down of his bed and see nothing, and the monster will never even realize he has lost. 

“You have only as long as the window stays open,” she said, gaining confidence. “I am not bound to you. I can go wherever I want.”

As she said it, the woman in the window started to stir. Her footsteps grew closer, the sound of the humming rising, rising, rising into the final closing of the curtain. The monster’s frown was washed away by the night.

Riza ran.

His apartment was several blocks east of Central Headquarters. The storm’s eye, the quiet, the massive, white and oppressive thing. Riza wound her way past it without managing to sneak a glance. She didn’t need to. She could feel its gaze on her, what all of it represented. And the squared coach lights were tiny pillars of threats, waiting for her to come closer and be beckoned. 

She thundered past several shuttered windows; an older man on a stoop hunched close to the ground; the sounds of women chattering together like preening birds, their heels clicking over cracked brick and concrete. 

Riza took the stairs two at a time, lunging forward through the hall light, praying nothing would lurch out from the darkness and drag her away. She learned at a young age to fear the sudden jerk of the unknown. 

“Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he said. He must have heard her coming, because his door was wrenched open, and he stood there in pajamas and holding a cup of tea, the bag still soaking. 

“We’ve had an emergency at the office, sir.”

His brows trundled downward. 

“Please, come in,” he said, and moved aside as she nearly tripped her way into his apartment. “Excuse the mess.”

There was no mess, not quite like someone would expect. The Colonel’s apartment was better kept than hers, although she had just moved and he had gotten to stay. Things were collected together in neat piles: alchemy books gathered at one arm of the couch, on the floor, an old mug sat atop them, and there were coats strewn about too, though placed strategically, two on dining chairs and one on the lounge by the front door. Pots hung together in clumps along his kitchen walls, white-tiled, much nicer than Riza’s tan wallpaper; and on his floor, beneath the coffee table, several sewn blankets, all gifts from the Madame’s girls, as far as anyone knew. 

Riza reached for one as she folded herself into his couch. “Please, sir. Can you turn off the lights?”

He set his tea on the counter. Again, he looked at her with concern, but the lights started to fall away the closer he came to her. First the kitchen, the six squares of dining space, the hall light he shut off as he sat opposite to her on the couch. The lamp was last. And finally, with the lights of Central thoroughly shut out, Riza could breathe.

It was much like how she would lock herself in the bathroom as a child, plugging the bottom of the door with a wet towel, the waxy shower curtain a flimsy barrier between herself and her raging father. Eventually he removed the locks, and then the knobs. Even now, she felt the cold,  hard press of the tub’s porcelain on her back. 

“Thank you.”

Silence, and then: “What are you doing here, Lieutenant?”

Coming home. 

“I’m not sure myself, sir.”

The Colonel shifted his weight. He was a full cushion away from her, but his heat radiated all the same. 

“What happened to your cheek?”

“I cut it on a bramble while fetching a lost toy for Hayate at the park.”

Fingers pressed to her skin, a thumb ran slanted along her wound. 

It was reminiscent of childhood, for sure. Riza had always courted this quiet, contemplative darkness. It was when she was a little older that she invited Roy into it, and he welcomed the invitation, and he was a kind, treasured guest. But tonight she was feeling particularly fragile. 

She took his hand and fit his knuckles under her chin. 

The monster had allowed her to be here, that much was certain. There was no other reason that he wouldn’t have stolen her from those stairs. 

She crushed Roy’s hand into herself. 

What was he after?

What was the motive?

Was it… afraid?

Roy leaned closer to her. His fingers squeezed hers. He wanted to say something, she knew, or ask her why she had come to him and begged for the dark. 

She would not tell him. Tomorrow, maybe, but tonight she was fragile. 

Riza found his mouth in the dark. She set his hand free and it wrapped itself around the curve of her neck, tipping her head back. His other hand gave her hair a gentle tug. 

“Are you all right?” he managed to ask around her lips, while she occupied herself with tracing the scars on his hip and in his abdomen. She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled him toward her until she was on her back and he had to brace himself against the arm of the couch. “Lieutenant,” he said, though the sentiment was weak, ill-willed. He was attempting and failing at control.

“I’m all right,” she said, and kissed him again. He tasted like his tea. Again his fingers brushed the cut on her cheek, and as they did she was shocked, jolted. She broke away from him and sat upright. “I’m, uh…”

“I really just need to know if you’re all right.” 

“I’m going to go.”

“Lieutenant— Riza.”

The name was too much, the break in her skin was too much, the darkness was not enough. It was not enough. The curtain hadn’t been enough. The porcelain. All the nights cascaded in the dark, the world pulling itself to a close around her, fitting like a glove. 

“I have to go.”

The Colonel kept to his place on the couch as she stood and put her hand on the door and wondered again about what the monster wanted. 

She hadn’t known as a child, and she had survived anyway.

She had survived.

The light swallowed her whole.

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[monstersandmaw]

Male drider x female reader - Part Three (sfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Sorry for the huge delay on posting this - I was prepping to drive halfway up the country last week, and then when we got here my mother in law fell and badly broke her arm at the shoulder, and had to go to the local hospital, with surgery scheduled for Monday, so it’s been... busy...

Here’s part three of cranky spooder, with part four (final, long, and nsfw) scheduled for next Wednesday so that even if there’s more drama up here in the Lakes, you’ll still get your story.

This one is shorter, but I still hope you enjoy it. The fact that he's a widower is brought up, and the fire in which his wife and unborn eggs died is also mentioned, but briefly, and in no real detail. Hope you enjoy getting to know him a little better, and we find out his name in this one too.

On Monday morning, you pushed the door open with no small degree of trepidation, but found it deserted. Your task for that morning would take you up the wooden and brass ladders into the upper reaches of the library shelves, up and down, up and down. It was exhausting, but you welcomed the exertion after days of standing over piles of books and noting down titles.

On your fifth trip down, arms laden with books, you heard your name spoken from below, but as you looked down, your foot slipped, and the books rained down to the ground.

With a shout, you scrabbled for the ladder rung but missed, and found yourself falling through the void behind you. There were easily fifteen feet between you and the hard floor, but before you could even process what was really happening, something cushioned your back and you bounced softly, swaying perhaps four feet off the ground.

Looking around, you found that you were lying in a hammock of white webbing, slung hastily from a shelf nearby and gripped in the front talons of a drider’s two front legs.

Carefully, he lowered it to the ground and held out his hand to you. Shaking, you stepped from the webbing, too surprised to notice that it wasn’t sticky, and let him lead you back to the table. “Are you alright?” he asked.

You nodded, adrenaline still flooding through you.

“I thought I wasn’t going to catch you for a second there.”

“Thank you,” you managed. “That would have been a nasty fall…”

“I shouldn’t have distracted you like that. It was thoughtless of me.”

Looking up at him as he cringed away slightly, you found yourself asking, “What’s your name?”

“My name? Why?”

You shrugged. “Everyone calls you ‘the master’, but you’re not my master. I don’t work here.”

“Yes you do,” he said, glancing at the table groaning with books for reshelving.

“Only for another four months,” you said. “I mean… I’m not part of your staff. I don't know what to call you.”

He swallowed thickly and half turned from you, showing you his profile. He had a slightly hooked nose and a sharp chin, and his dark, glowering brows didn’t lend any softness to his already angular and gaunt face. “Gilvas,” he said, so softly you nearly missed it. “My name is Gilvas.”

“Well, Gilvas,” you said with a faint chuckle, “I think we’ve got to find a way to stop scaring the living shit out of each other whenever we meet… Unless you want to keep shaking me from the stacks like an apple from a tree…”

He stepped back then and blinked softly. The tiniest smile graced his lips and he stared at you. “Perhaps we should,” he said. Taking another few steps back, his legs moving like silent mechanical levers in an inventor’s toy, he swallowed again and sighed. “What are you working on today?”

Your gaze dropped to the scattered books and you picked one up and held it out to him. “See for yourself.”

He reached falteringly for the book and missed, eyelids fluttering. “Like I care anyway,” he said, turning and leaving.

“Wait,” you called. “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me.”

At that, he halted again. “Excuse me?”

“I forgot…” you admitted. “I forgot that…”

“That what?”  he snarled, rounding on you and rearing up again, though only slightly this time. His pendulous body acted as a counterweight and he hung there like a nightmare between the shelves. “That I can’t see you in this light? That catching you was a literal shot in the dark? That I can’t read the title of a book this close to my face?” He brandished the tome before flinging it roughly into the depths behind you.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly.

Your admission must have taken the wind out of him because he sagged, returning his lethally-clawed spider legs to the ground again and turning away, resting his weight on the shelf with a hand as he did so. “I shouldn't have lost my temper,” he said quietly, and then left.

Chance meetings with him after that seemed to occur more regularly, though none matched that one for drama, to your relief. Finally, on one rainy afternoon as you stood by the window taking a break, he approached you. His hair was tied back off his face that day, revealing its gaunt angles and bruised-looking shadows. He was clearly a wreck of his former self, but you thought you could see the ghost of who he had been.

“You’ve finished the first four sections,” he stated.

You turned from the rainy view and nodded. “Yeah. It’s still a lifetime’s work to fix all this, you know? I’m just grouping it by category. If you want a detailed catalogue of everything that’s in here, you need to hire someone permanently.”

He nodded. “I’m aware. Though frankly, I can’t see the point. When I die, the whole estate will be broken up anyway.”

The bluntness of his words took you by surprise and you paced over to him. He wavered, as if on the point of stepping back into the safety of the shadows, but he remained where he was. He had the body of a black widow spider, you had come to realise, with the black carapace marked with the hourglass of red. The red streak in his hair highlighted it, and the colour was picked up again in his inhuman, garnet-red eyes and in the swirling, watercolour birthmark across the right side of his face and neck.

“Don’t say that,” you breathed.

“Why not?” he scoffed. “It’s the truth. I have no heirs.”

“Gilvas…” you began, but you stopped. It wasn’t your place. In the months you’d been here, all the two of you had discussed was poetry and shared the odd comment on whatever your current topic was.

With a long inhale, he said, “Tell me about yourself?”

“What about me?” you laughed. “I’m an archivist, my best friend is an orc, I’ve lived in Starfall Springs all my life, save for going to the university at Old Trollbridge, and —”

“What college?”

“At Trollbridge?” you asked. “Lady Francis.” Lady Francis of the Barbed Arrow, to give it its full title, but no one called it that.

He smiled. “I was at Calnehouse.”

Something softened in him then as he trailed his elegant, if bony, fingertips along the edge of the table.

“Met my wife there.”

Your heart leapt. This was the first time he’d ever mentioned her - or anything personal really. “What did she study?” you asked in a whisper.

“Foreign languages,” he said, voice catching. “She was brilliant.”

“You must have loved her very much…” you offered, your words feeling empty and inadequate.

Meekly, he nodded. “She would have liked you.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.”

With a shy smile, you ventured, “May I ask why?”

He twitched his head in a ‘follow me’ gesture, and you walked by his side to the back of the library. A panel stood between two wide bookshelves, and he pressed a rosette amid the ornate carving. With a click, it sprang free from the wall, and he ducked through it with barely a whisper of room on each side of his body, leaving you to follow after. As the door closed behind you, the corridor was plunged into complete darkness.

You gasped and shot a hand out for the wall.

“This way. It’s not far,” Gilvas murmured, and a moment later, a shaft of light pierced through the absolute blackness and the pair of you emerged at the other end in an unfamiliar part of the house.

“Where are we?” you asked as you watched him squeeze through and step down into a slightly lower passage. He turned and, to your surprise, offered you his hand.

You took it and found his skin cool, almost cold, and his grip strong despite the slight tremble to his fingers. He steadied you and then let go, allowing you to look around. Portraits hung all down the corridor and you stared from one to the other of them. Most seemed to be of driders, although you picked out a tiefling in one, and what appeared to be a human in another.

Finally, your eyes lighted on a striking likeness of a young, female drider with pure white hair and lavender skin. “Is that…?”

Silently, he nodded and blinked slowly.

You crossed to her and stared up at the modestly sized painting. The drider was laughing, caught on the moment of turning to look out at the viewer, hair swirling. You thought of all the life and vivaciousness he’d missed out on since holing himself up in here after her death. “She’s beautiful,” you choked. “I’m so sorry you lost her.”

“There was a fire,” he said. “Took out the whole east wing. Gutted it. I… I couldn’t reach them.”

“Them?” you blurted unthinkingly.

“She was… She was with…”

A chill plunged through you as you remembered what Naril had told you, and you turned from the painting. “Stop,” you hissed. “You don't have to relive that. I’m sorry.”

He blinked down at you, face achingly sad. “I’m glad you came here, you know?”

“I thought I was just a nuisance, reorganising all your books and getting in the way…”

He managed a weak, wonky smile and shook his head. “This place has been the same for too long.”

With a quick glance back over your shoulder at the laughing drider, you asked, “How… Low long?”

“Nine years,” he said. “She died in our last year of university. In the spring.”

“And you’ve lived here alone all this time?”

“I’m not alone,” he said, turning and looking pointedly down the length of the corridor.

Frowning, you turned and found Chiara standing at the far end, gawping at the pair of you. “My lord?” the harpy croaked, looking stunned to find you there. “Is…?” she looked from you to him again. “Is everything alright?”

His lip twitched fractionally, and he nodded. “I was just…” he sighed. “Never mind. I should let you get back to work. I promise not to shake you from the rafters again.”

“Only if you promise to catch me,” you grinned as he opened up the passageway for you.

He faltered. And then nodded. “Deal.”

Final Part --->

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[ltwilliammowett]

The Longitude Problem and the Lunar Distance Method

For a long time, the correct calculation of the position was not completely possible because it often came to wrong calculations, especially with the longitude. This problem seemed to be solved with the invention of the chronometer by John Harrison in the 1750s and 1760s. These clocks were accurate and especially for use at sea, but there was a problem. They were very expensive and fragile and once they stopped, the Greenwich Time setting was lost. To counteract this, the lunar distance technique that had been used before was cheap, accurate and reliable. In contrast to the chronometer method, the lunar distance technique determined Greenwich Time using the stars, which reduced the probability of error. However, it involved complicated, time-consuming mathematics.

It was a cool October morning in the early 1770s, and the navigating officer of an East India Company ship 500 miles off Africa’s north-west coast was about to work out the ship’s exact location. Every clear night was the same. (c) Science Museum London

With a fine brass sextant in his hand, the officer measured the angles between the moon and the sun or certain stars, noted the time and repeated his measurements to ensure accuracy. These measurements were what were called lunar distances, even they were hard enough to find as the ship tilted and rolled.

How the Lunar distance method works

Once the navigators had measured the angles between the moon and the sun or certain stars, they had to make elaborate calculations to take into account any atmospheric conditions and other optical distortions that would affect the accuracy of their measurements.

Eventually, navigators turned to nautical almanacs, which were first published 1767. These books were published annually and contained tables of figures calculated by astronomers and other experts.

Nautical almanac and astronomical ephemeris for 1790 (c) Science Museum London

The tables allowed Greenwich Time to be looked up for each set of sextant readings. The figures contained in the nautical almanacs were the result of extensive mathematical work carried out in observatories and other mathematical institutions. Much of the tedious work was done by women and children, known as computers, working from home.

Even though more accurate and affordable chronometers became available later, this method was used until late in the 20th century to obtain an accurate postition. However, as more and more relied on GPS, many were no longer able to find their way using this method. However, since piracy and terror have been on the rise again in recent years, many people are relearning this method in order to be able to move around independently of the GPS and avoid possible dangers. 

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