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stuckinblrjail · 2 years
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Inelele zmeilor(The rings of the Zmei) is the third story in the ‘Fairy tales of the waters’ collection and it goes a long way to subvert classic Romanian fairy tale conventions. Having read first read it at a time when I had to write long repetitive essays about said conventions it can’t score any lower than 5/5 from me.
Illustrations by Elena Boariu
Basmele Apelor by Monica Aslan
1987
Summary: A very doting mother of 3 zmei makes 3 enchanted whips to cheer her sons up after they failed in their one job of getting the plot rolling by kidnapping a princess. One whip turns men to stone, one folds entire land masses into rings for easy carry and one dispels the magic of the other two. And then she gets herself killed fighting the king that the said princess married, who also died of his wounds. The 3 brothers are still hung up on her and try to convince her to marry one of them and when refused they each steal in turn the mountains of the kingdom, the fields and the god damned sea.This lands us in the classic set up for most hero’s journeys in Romaninan fairy tales: some zmei steal a very precious natural resource, a hero journeys to the otherworld to get it back, guided by an old wisewoman and getting a bride in the process- either finding her locked up in the Zmei’s residence or as a reward from the ruler of their particular patch of land. This time however when the three sons of the Queen go to their mother to start the who’s worthy of going after the zmei routine, the local old wisewoman tells them to sit their pretty asses back down, they are certainly going to get turned to stone, this problem gets solved with brains not tropes. So she volunters her three daughters to go on a mission to recover the lost lands, which they do by being clever and god like at sowing and when they get back they each choose a prince to marry.
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stargirl230 · 3 months
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thanks for the light
I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')
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solarockk · 23 days
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Im oh so normal about real life smp and gaslight gatekeep girlboss
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thatone-highlighter · 7 months
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I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.
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tshortik · 8 months
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I love you messy artstyle i love you visible brush strokes I love you textures and rough edges I love you imperfections I love you roughness and colour blobs I love you scratchy sketches and bold stylisation and dirt and imperfections I love you ugly and raw emotion!!!!! ❤️
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shrimpyjackal · 4 months
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Me: why is everyone was screaming about how cool Trolls 3?
Me 1,5 hour later: w h y I didn`t watch it before-
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mischievousdog · 11 months
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A lynx-coated fox/wolf critter I have dreams of every now and again
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cuubism · 1 year
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"A van Dyck," Dream drawled, dragging a light finger along the gilt frame of the painting propped on the top of one of Hob's shelves. Hob really should do something more formal with that. "Interesting thing to have in your living room, Hob."
"I tell people it's a print," Hob said, coming to stand beside him and handing him his tea.
"Oh, but it is not." There was a smirk dancing on Dream's lips, Hob knew without even looking at him directly.
"Makes sense that you'd be able to tell," he sighed.
"Of course. Just how did you come across such a thing?"
"Well, I was still mingling with the aristocracy in the early 17th century. Met some interesting people." He shrugged. "Really should have sold it when I was, well, destitute, but couldn't bear to. Managed to stash it away. One of the few things I have of that time, actually."
"I can only imagine you had more than one valuable thing in your possession over the centuries," Dream mused, sipping his tea. "Why this one?"
Oh, God. He knew, didn't he?
Hob rubbed at the back of his neck. "Reminded me of you."
Hob had never known much about art, particularly back then. He hardly would consider himself a collector and certainly not a connoisseur. But that particular portrait had caught his attention immediately for its similarity to Dream.
The likeness was, indeed, striking. His hair was longer than it had been when they'd met in 1589, sweeping over his shoulders, and his features were half-draped in shadow, but his eyes. Hob would know that haughty, intense gaze anywhere.
He'd never quite discounted the idea that it was a portrait of his stranger, except that he couldn't imagine him having the patience or cause to sit for it, or the desire to be immortalized in that way.
"It is me," said Dream.
"What? Seriously?" Hob turned to stare at him and found Dream already looking back, ethereal and lovely. There was only one lamp on in the living room, night falling around them, and it cast his face in a similar light to the portrait, soft gleaming skin and plunging darkness as backdrop, limitless shadow in his eyes. "You, allowing a portrait? You're not having me on?"
"I do not joke." Dream took a step closer to him, setting his tea aside on a table. "I suppose I must have been in good humor that day."
Hob raised both eyebrows. "Oh, uh-huh, you in good humor?"
Dream's lips ticked up in a half-smile. "It happens occasionally."
Hob leaned against the shelf, careful not to jostle the painting. "For someone who so disdains the waking world, you sure are very aware of the art scene."
Dream leaned beside him, tilting his head. "You might consider me a patron of the arts."
Hob chuckled. "A patron? Or an inspiration?" He reached out and dragged his thumb along Dream's lower lip. "Dream?"
"A lover of artists, perhaps."
"I'm sure." Hob swept a hand along his cheek, breaking up the light like he was dragging a wet brush through paint. "You look like you could have stepped right out of that painting right now. You could have stepped out of any painting."
Dream looked at him from under his lashes. "Are you calling me a work of art, Hob Gadling?"
"Always."
Then Hob kissed him, hands framing his beautiful face. Dream was like an artwork, constant in essence but changing interpretation in every new light. Hob could imagine how many people over the centuries had had a fleeting encounter with him and come away changed, just as he had.
Dream hovered near him when they parted. Hob looked over to the painting again. No mere depiction could capture Dream in all of his colors, but it really was a rather good try. Van Dyck had gotten the depth of his eyes just right.
"The Baroque period suits you," Hob told him.
"Now who knows something about art?"
"I've picked up a few things over the years. I'm in love with the world's greatest artist, after all."
Dream moved in as if to kiss him, but paused to speak against Hob's mouth. "There are other works of me out in the world, if you care to seek them out."
"Don't open that challenge because I will do it," Hob informed him, quite seriously.
"I hope so." There was a sharp gleam in Dream's eyes. Hob could only imagine what kinds of paintings might inspire that look. "I look forward to seeing what you find."
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inkmoose · 21 days
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So you know how in Jungian dream analysis, dreaming of a tidal wave symbolizes repressed emotions?
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Interesting dream, Sora. You’re not uhhhhhh repressing any emotions specifically regarding Riku, are you?
Are you?????????????????????????
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lotus-pear · 2 months
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guys stop asking me for bsd fic recs, i will tell u to go read the light novels
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strawbebbiesart · 8 months
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june/ july / august 💌🥪🦢
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stuckinblrjail · 2 years
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Domnița Ruxandra by Elvira Bogdan
Illustrated by Elena Boariu Opriș
1983
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bleaksqueak · 5 days
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ooooh well it's not obvious he says like there is a single part of bursting open like a bloated melon oozing clots of petrol worms and eyes with teeth that is not obviously too horrifying to bear thinking about much less interacting with oooh nonono actually i have always longed to join with the terrors and dare i even hope birth a sentient sphincter of my very own a beautiful bouncing bundle of bile god just imagine the special day when the little gupper comes bursting out of my orifices which ones who knows i want to be surprised for its first screaming wet expulsion gosh isn't that just something that’s the real magic in this wondrous world i mean what girl doesn't dream about someday becoming a--
Read today's page.
Read from the start
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canisalbus · 2 months
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If your still undecided about what modern au Machete would have as a job, I would like to nominate him as a niche fashion model. Not like a popular celebrity, because he's not conventionally attractive, but he has that aura. He can Walk (in heels!!!)
I want to give him an excuse to wear all different kinds of fancy clothes, basically. He deserves to be dressed to the nines and glare down at an audience from the runway.
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[ID: a digital drawing of characters from the owl house based on the song "up the wolves" by the mountain goats. At the top of the drawing there's a rectangular panel showing Camila and Eda. Camila looks out at the boiling isles at night with her bat. Eda mirrors her pose, with her arm covered in feathers. Shadows form to look like the collectors face, covering Eda's eyes and parts of Camila. Beneath this panel is a star with King and the Collector inside of it, holding hands and spinning midair. Beneath this is the archway portal from thanks to them, which is glowing, and at the bottom of the image is the hexsquad lined up in their designs from for the future, lit by the portal light and looking determinedly into the distance. The lyrics that span the image are "our mother has been absent/ever since we founded Rome/but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home". The background is black. End ID]
I knew I couldn't say goodbye to this show without redrawing one of my favorite old pieces, this lyric comic based on Up The Wolves by the mountain goats. I made it pre-ttt and was honestly really vindicated by all the wolf imagery that ep, lmao
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japhers · 1 year
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Hi, don't know if you remember but a good while ago I asked for persmission to make Hector as a doll, well he's finally done and I wanted to show you ^^ I'm not sure if links work but here's my instagram if you want to see other pictures : instagram.com/poulpe_en_ciel/
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He was challenging but quite satisfing to make, I hope I did him justice! Have a nice day :)
WAIT I'M SCREAMING I- HOW ARE THESE DETAILS SO DELICATE AND STUNNING AND!!!! HOW D. H
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