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aldahi-rp · 10 months
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liviavanrouge · 3 months
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Near Fight
Mozart(Twst Mad Madam Mim): *Laughs, hugging his stomach*
Minako: I know he's not laughing, he failed his potion too
Yolan: I know right...
???: How annoying...
Epel: *Looks over* Hm
Azul: I know that voice.
Kalim: *Sighs*
Mateo(Twst Marina del ray): Don't you all know how to quiet down?
Benny(Twst Benjamin): *Grabs his sleeve alarmed* M-Mateo...!
Mateo: Honestly, people like you all are better off at the bottom of the earth, where people like you all reside, the low life species
Livia: Go start a battle with someone else, go away
Mateo: I’d prefer a battle of wits, but you appear unarmed
Livia: *Looks at Minako, her eyes wide and mouth agape*
Kalim: Oh no he didn't...
Azul: Oh yes he did
Epel and Mozart: Swing, swing, swing!!
Araysh and Jingyu: Minako, don't swing on him.
@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress
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floodkiss · 6 months
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my circle of stars druid, YOLAN, and my college of glamour bard, MIFFY ⋆⭒˚。⋆
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creativespark · 2 years
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Yolane Rais, Julie Corday, from the series Smells Like Queer Spirit
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shehulksworld · 10 months
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coutureducoeur · 11 months
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Yolan Cris Fall 2017 Wedding Dress Collection
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capricorn-0mnikorn · 7 months
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Might I recommend?
Terri Windling's novels and anthologies struck deep in my heart and brain when I was a back in my college years (especially her Snow White and Rose Red anthology series.
And through Terri Windling, I discovered Jane Yolan (one of the most prolific writers of children's stories and poetry out there, in addition to her retold fairy tales for adults).
And because of the Internet, I found @tkingfisher.
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dr-dendritic-trees · 1 year
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Numair blushed. "The emperor is very proprietary, Lady Yolane. He feels that if a mage studies at his university, the mage belongs to him."
Wow. You have to feel for Tristan, who spent years having a front-row seat to Arram-Ozorne-Varice being... Like That... and now hearing Numair come out with this load of total nonsense as to why he had to change his name and flee the country.
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hesitationss · 7 months
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my new dnd character, YOLAN, they are a circle of stars druid aasimar flavoured to have like dark cosmos divine magic while still being a benevolent being. it was raised in a cult as their object of worship for their angelic traits. it ate all of their followers and now it wants to kill angels. eats raw meat, 6'2", everyone who meets them feels comfort, safety, and love.
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aldahi-rp · 8 months
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liviavanrouge · 5 months
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Protective Friend
Yolan: *Gently pushes Azul out the way* Oh! We're being rude?
Azul: *Stares at Yolan surprised*
Yolan: Awesome! Cool!
Azul: Yolan-
Yolan: *Pulls out a poisonous plant, a no shit taking look on his face* My fucking turn....
Azul: *Looks at the student* Run. Run, right now.
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at-thezenith · 8 months
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ROY G BIV
thank u for tagging me @vcaudley!
rules: search your wip document for the colours of the rainbow and post the snippets
red
‘No.’ Ola looked at the horizon. With the sun blinding them, the valley seemed to stretch on forever, the earth swallowed up by the deep red sunset. It was a beautiful sight, hard to look at after a day of dreary weather. Ola stared at the sun that dripped golden blood.
orange
Yolan stepped into the centre of the circle and crouched, gently pressing fingers into the earth. She drew a sigil into the snow and loose earth snaked its way towards her hands, piling atop the makeshift gravesite, worming its wat into the shape she had drawn. It signalled a killer’s grave. The sigil burned bright orange for a split second before fading into the deep brown of the dirt. Yolan held her hand there, clenched in a fist, and exhaled. The tension left her body and she dropped her hand, her body hunched over as if holding itself together.
yellow
Afsara took a deep breath in, taking in her surroundings one last time. The big oak she and Cosmos used to swing from. The climbing flowers she’d first practiced on, still alive even in the depths of winter and clinging to their trellis. For good measure she touched a hand to their stems, the blossoms seeming to shake themselves and stretch upwards, colour flooding back into their petals. One was lovelier than the rest; a yellow bloom in a perfect circle. Afsara stroked it, feeling the silk-softness of the petals.
green
The dance was fairly simple. There was a short skip clockwise in the circle, and then the dancers separated to spin their partner around, to then swap with another dancer. It was fast-paced and jolly, the musicians playing as loud as they could to be heard over the noise. Afsara threw herself into it, her skirt billowing out around her in a wave of green velvet. The lanterns and the fire caught on her jewellery, making her gleam from head to toe. Occasionally a new partner would look at her arms and their faces would fold in concern, but Afsara was moving too quickly to hear anything. She came back to Ola often enough, and her faerak was gamely if sourly playing along.
blue
Afsara stretched, slid out of bed. It was still dark outside, and she could see the last of the stars shining in the deep blue sky. When she was younger, this view was reserved for the morning before festivals, when she and Cosmos were too excited to sleep. They would sit by the window, trying to catch the exact moment the sun would crawl above the horizon. She was a little out of practice, but guessed that she had another hour before the stars would fade away in the red bloody sunrise.
no hits for indigo :(
violet (cheating, using purple)
His eye glimmered. It almost looked like he was crying. ‘No. But he’ll forgive me.’ ‘I’m sure. But we won’t.’ Ola set a knee between his shoulder blades, the sudden weight making Angus gasp. She curled a hand, a long, thorny vine snaking out of the ground. With clinical ease, she pulled it out and wrapped it around his throat. He coughed, tried to grab at her with his free hand, but she simply pulled tighter, until his face went from red to purple to blue and his head eventually hung limp.
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Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Tortall - Tamora Pierce Characters: Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Olau, Delia of Eldorne, Maura of Dunlath Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Frank discussion of treason, Truce for the sake of the traumatized child Word count: 6625
Summary:
“This is Maura of Dunlath,” Sir Alanna says. “She wanted to talk to you.” Delia can’t quite keep her surprise from her face. “Is that so?” she asks. “My sister Yolane was executed for high treason three weeks ago yesterday,” Maura says, and Delia blinks. “I wanted to ask you some questions.”
Oh hey, were you expecting literally any of the fics I've been posting about for days now? Too bad, you get this instead! The ten-years-on discussion between Delia, Alanna, and Maura of Dunlath that I didn't know I needed until yesterday and have now written. Enjoy!
Excerpt:
Lady Delia of Eldorne does not receive unexpected visitors. The Hag-Daughter comes twice monthly, to instruct her in matters of faith and hear her confessions. In years past, the Lord Provost’s agents at Eldorne called upon her regularly, to ensure her continued good behavior and impress upon her the mercy the Crown had shown in permitting her to live. Now, with over a decade gone by and Delia having long since come to terms with her lot in life, the Provost’s agents have been reassigned elsewhere. Her own family visits rarely, generally only once a year during Midwinter, and she is permitted the company of neither personal friends nor admirers. (Upon first hearing her sentence read out, Delia raged at the phrasing, assuming the King was rubbing salt into the wound that was her failure to find a husband at court. With the benefit of a great deal of forced reflection and perspective, she wonders if it was the King’s awkward attempt at guessing her interests.)
She spends her time reading and working on embroidery. With good behavior has come the right to send and receive letters – combed through by the Lord Provost’s agents and probably others besides – but she has few correspondents. She never had many friends, and what few she did have abandoned her long ago, terrified that treason might be contagious. A great deal of her time is spent in prayer and reflection – the letters she does write are primarily to the Hag-Daughter – and in sanctioned artistic pursuits. Delia never used to be artistic, except in matters of her own presentation, but a decade of enforced solitude and idleness has introduced her to many new ways to pass the time. 
It is a monotonous life but not, as she is reminded near-constantly, a bad one. It is a far nicer life than she deserves. She tries her best to be grateful for it. 
She has been imprisoned for eleven years and four months when a knock sounds on her parlor door and Rodwin the guardsman announces that she has visitors. Delia sets down her embroidery, a slight frown on her face. It is too early in the month for the Hag-Daughter and the wrong time of year for any of her relations to undertake their once-yearly pilgrimage to gawk at her.
“Enter,” she calls, and it is all she can do to keep from gawking herself as the door opens and in strides in Sir Alanna the Lioness, looking like she would rather be absolutely anywhere else. 
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Just found out that Encanto had their anniversary yesterday and I scrambled to post this! XD I didn't have anything else planned as this was just suppose to be a doodle break from my bigger projects... Obviously I have NO self-control. 😑 Next thing I know, I've made a new OC, decided she's from Encanto, designed her a door (with variants even), and wrote THREE songs. (None of which I'm satisfied with btw, but I shared one here if you're interested.) ✌️😅 Take it easy on me tho. Yolanda's just made for fun so nothing too serious here! In my head, she's not a Madrigal, rather an outsider who also got her miracle through tragedy. (So it's more like a curse really.) As who's to say that outside of Encanto, in this gigantic world of theirs, that there hadn't been others who found themselves in similar situations, but received different blessings. The ability to Multiply was given to my character as a result of her wish to help more and fear of being alone (rather than get a whole as$ magical sanctuary like Abuela had wished for her triplets and their community to grow up safe in). Basically, Yolan can make copies of herself, yet only the original has this ability. But while it may seem very helpful at first glance, having her "Additions (they/them)" had a lot of downsides to it too as she came to learn. Sharing their memories and feelings can get confusing when they merge back for example. (Yay! Identity crisis!) Anyways, this character isn't really me, so you're free to give head-canons about her and I'll do my best to respond in the comments if I like your ideas! CYA! 🌼
-Bubbly💙
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benkendim · 1 year
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Çok kar yağışı ve soğuk nedeniyle mahlenin bütün kedileri bizim depoya toplanmışlar (zatensi onlar için her daim açık orası) normal zamanlarda cırnak cırnak birbirini yolan kediler can ciğer kuzu sarması gibi bir araya sıkışıp yatmışlar, uyy annemmm yirim ki ben sizi bal böceklerim mamalar paralar size feda olsundu, artık bir kedi çiftliği sahibiyim 🙃🤭
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rosalbarts · 1 year
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From 2020, my oc girls, Dejanira (on the left) and Yolane (on the right)!
I enjoy trying different dresses and hairstyles, they're so different from each other and I love comparing them. I mixed several inspirations, Dejanira is an innkeeper, extravagant and working-class, while Yolane is more Renaissance lady-like. In the end I added a "classical" touch especially to the sleeves. Lines were done with Clip Studio Paint, colors with Photoshop.
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