#lissele

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

tell us about ur OCs, pretty please! 💕

OH BOY I'VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE Okay okay calm down.

Thank you so much anon you have no idea how much this means to me TT__TT

Lissele is an OC I've spent like 9 years with. She began as a Mary Sue, but evolved into a person with flaws and strengths and most importantly someone her world needs.

She was created as an art project of the gods, to mirror how I made her. This is what she looks like in my head, with the wing size growing with age.

Because she isn't only human, but a combination of creatures, her body runs on magic as well as food. As long as she has at least one of those, her body will live, more or less. Her soul cannot die at all, though. The god of death is forbidden from taking it.

The point of her creation was to have someone guide and protect humanity, so the gods wouldn't have to interfere as much on earth. That resulted in many breakdowns over the years, because How Could one person do all that? Even though their world is much smaller than ours. Well, turns out they can't! But the gods are stupid.

Once in a while there's big stuff happening, that could result in uncountable deaths. And when she fails to prevent those, she often falls into depression because she Should Be Able To Help shouldn't she? She was made for that, right? So why was she unable to? Does she just not try hard enough? And it's really just gifted child syndrome but blown out of proportion. When everyone tells you you're so talented, but you're struggling so much it doesn't seem true. It's like they see someone completely different.

She is... A complicated character. On one hand she's been so beat down by everything over the millenia, she just wants to give up and die. On the other, she realises her presence Can help. And she tries to, as much as she can, because it also makes her happy. Mostly little things: helping someone carry their bag or fetch something or get someone. But also the big, as stated above.

She's mostly kind, or at least tries to be, but can be harsh, when she needs something urgently. She gets startled easily. Her favourite colour is green. She loves children and is good at taking care of them. She's even raised a few. (she can't have children of her own, they were someone else's)

The kids she helped raise most recently were and Faileon and Sorontur, other favourite OCs of mine.

I should probably stop now, before someone puts a bullet thru my head lol-

Thank you again anon🥰

#My ocs #Lissele #Sorontur #Faileon #Smaller than heaven #If you want to search the tags for more #Can't blame you if you don't tho

[martan-co-ma-rad-caj]

Lykantropie dělá bíp bíp >:))

Krapet matka/syn vztahu pro váš den. Uvědomuju si, že to je silně kvír-zakódované - je to schválně - podle mé vlastí zkušenosti. Sebepromítání mé oblíbené. Lykantropie je v téhle pasáži zrovna nejasná, proto zvlášť říkám, že tam je. (Za pravopisné chyby se omlouvám, jsem znaven výletem do Lidlu)

Sedla si obkročmo na trojnožku u jeho postele. "Jak je?"

"Divně."

"Co se děje? Je ti špatně? Mám přinést vodu? Nemáš hlad?"

Zavrtěl hlavou, čímž ji umlčel. Bezhlesně zíral k nohám postele. Pak shlédl na své ruce, které si hrály se srstí pokrývky, kterou měl přehozenou přes kolena. "Máš mě pořád ráda?" zeptal se najednou.

Srdce jak by jí vyskočilo z hrudi přímo do ledové vody. Nejprve naprázdno otevřela ústa, než se zmohla k odpovědi. "Jistěže ano." Přisunula se blíž a předklonila se, aby se ujistila, že se na ni dívá. Přiložila mu dlaň na tvář a podívala se mu zpříma do očí. "A není nic, co by to mohlo změnit."

Lehce se usmál. Úsměv ale rychle zmizel a nahradil ho smutek. "Ale co ostatní..."

"Určitě si myslí to samé. Bojí se o tebe."

"Bojí se mě," popotáhl a odvrátil se, tváře zářící čím dál silnější rudou.

"Ale kuš," odbyla ho. Na druhou jeho tvář přiložila svou volnou ruku a otočila mu lehce hlavu, aby na něj opět viděla. "Ty jim neublížíš. Ví to. Jsou jen ztracení. Neví, co dělat, jak se chovat, co říkat... Když jim dáš chvíli čas, uvidíš, že tě mají stále stejně rádi. Tak jako já." Palci utřela slzy, které mu stékaly po tvářích. Matně si všimla, že jí připadají jiné, než dřív. Jemnější. Ne tak, jako když byl úplně maličký, ale přesto hebčí, než před měsícem.

#česky #čumblr #fantasy #psaní #lgbt #my ocs #ó-céčka #Lissele #Faileon #Menší než nebe #aspoň tak se to teďka jmenuje #už jsem vystřídal asi 3 názvy ale uznávám že to píšu už skoro 10 let #takže 3 změny nejsou moc

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Get art studied, idiots.

Make sure to turn off your blue light filter to look at Ace’s pic

References used:

#my art #one piece #sabo #monkey d. luffy #asl brothers #one piece fan art #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary #art study

[niksfairyland]

the lissel dress & cherise shoes by kitteny

#fashion #romanticism #dress #soft aesthetic

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

I can’t stop thinking about how the Scholomance would look from another character’s POV. I would kill to see this story through Orion’s narration. Heck, Lissel’s narration would be amazing too, and she doesn’t show up until the second book! And Aadhya, and Liu, and-

I will not write fanfic I will not write fanfic I might write fanfic

#the golden enclaves #the scholomance #a deadly education #the last graduate #THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS GREW #there would be so many interesting things in their narration #and also the chance to see characters without El’s biases coming into play #aaaaaaaaa #don’t get me wrong I ADORE El’s narration! she do be an unreliable narrator but it do be very heckin fun #dawn speaks

[manijarevista]

Tucumán Urban Indie: Usted Señalemelo, Fabi Cantilo, Los Besos y Emmanuel Horvilleur

La tercera edición del festival será el 20 de abril en el Palacio de los Deportes

Vuelve el ambicioso festival Tucumán Urban Indie. Su tercera edición será el sábado 20 de abril en el Palacio de los Deportes (Av. de los Inmigrantes, Parque 9 de Julio), desde las 15. En esta oportunidad actuarán Usted Señalemelo, Fabiana Cantilo, Los Besos y Emmanuel Horvilleur. Desde los sonidos urbanos estará C.R.O. Las bandas locales serán Ayahuasca Trip y Lissel Pláate.

La segunda etapa de entradas se consiguen en tuentrada.com. Punto de venta: La Rockería (Buenos Aires 39, San Miguel de Tucumán).

Información general Lugar: Lugar: Palacio de los Deportes

Ciudad: Ciudad: Tucumán

Fecha: Fecha: 2024-04-20

Hora: Hora: 3:30PM

Categoría: Categoría: Conciertos

Edad mínima de ingreso: Edad mínima de ingreso: 5 años

Dirección: Dirección: Av. de los Inmigrantes, Parque 9 de Julio

#recomendaciones

[rocknorte]

Tucumán Urban Indie: Usted Señalemelo, Fabi Cantilo, Los Besos y Emmanuel Horvilleur

La tercera edición del festival será el 20 de abril en el Palacio de los Deportes

Vuelve el ambicioso festival Tucumán Urban Indie. Su tercera edición será el sábado 20 de abril en el Palacio de los Deportes (Av. de los Inmigrantes, Parque 9 de Julio), desde las 15. En esta oportunidad actuarán Usted Señalemelo, Fabiana Cantilo, Los Besos y Emmanuel Horvilleur. Desde los sonidos urbanos estará C.R.O. Las bandas locales serán Ayahuasca Trip y Lissel Pláate.

La segunda etapa de entradas se consiguen en tuentrada.com. Punto de venta: La Rockería (Buenos Aires 39, San Miguel de Tucumán).

Información general Lugar: Lugar: Palacio de los Deportes

Ciudad: Ciudad: Tucumán

Fecha: Fecha: 2024-04-20

Hora: Hora: 3:30PM

Categoría: Categoría: Conciertos

Edad mínima de ingreso: Edad mínima de ingreso: 5 años

Dirección: Dirección: Av. de los Inmigrantes, Parque 9 de Julio

#notas

[thierrylidolff]

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[444names]

Names generated from the lyrics of Sister Rosetta Tharpe's song "Didn't It Rain, Children?" and a handful of Dutch cities.

Aalkers Aarden Aastarlin Abosten Aboudren Alkerecht Alkerkran Allenem Almer Ampel Amstall Amstereden Anden Anembornhen Aneuzenburg Apedam Appin Apping Arden Ardenburg Ardenter Arlithe Arneelft Arnhe Atterlenden Aturg Awarlemstem Awarlissen Awarn...

Begesp Berlem Blokzijme Bolle Borden Brech Broppingen Broten Brotenburg Brotterg Brottle Coeveerde Coeven Culein Culstaveen Culswarda Daard Daast Deldrenwijl Delokkum Denemuidert Denscher Denzaar Dijzen Distavoll Doedam Doeren Doerg Doevendt Doever Dooppinds Doord Doorden Doore Doorg Doorn Dooscht Doosend Doostburg Doostend Dooster Dorty Dronincher Droppin Earle Eassel Eastadt Echermondt Edamster Edelochend Eincht Einscheuws Eisouday Enaall Enemboudam Enscht Falkmaar Fleldn Fllein Fllem Foosen Forkravend Fraden Fraing Franday Franden Fraven Fricht Frien Friend Fulen Fulst Fulsten Fulsward Fulswarned Geerechert Geldn Gelorty Genek Gestaverg Glaalme Glaare Glanden Glang Goerdenbort Goere Goermorth Goertheed Goudam Goull Goutpheere Grain Gravore Gravorty Groere Groest Groesteeday Grooppinday Groteenburg Grout Haalleed Haardre Haarlin Haastoppen Hagelys Hagen Hagesburg Hagod Hagoer Hagoteldn Hagothend Hagothoven Hagout Harday Hardelany Hareas Hasselanen Hasselo Hassen Hassit Hastarn Hastel Hastoll Hearleenlo Hedelfzijk Hedenverkum Heede Heenborg Helft Helyst Hemste Hemuidn Henburg Henburmegan Henda Henlokkum Henscht Hentem Heread Herkum Herty Heukerecht Heusterwijk Heuwar Heuws Hilburg Hilden Hilveened Hindend Hisselangen Hissen Histenhoven Hoornin Hoort Hoter Hotertre Houdricht Houdrot Houlem Houll Huiddenburg Huiden Huidendam Hulsto Ijkerd Ijzend Ingen Inteell Ittleister Kamstert Keere Kelad Kelond Kenburg Kendhooppin Kerearlem Kereep Kerlith Kesburg Kluisterlis Knocht Laarnigh Lands Leern Leestalkey Lelandame Lembout Lemuidn Lewstburg Lingen Lisobey Lisomer Lisouday Lissel Lithends Locht Loterk Lothe Maardenber Maassendt Miden Midenve Monde Mongen Mongs Monnights Monnin Monningel Morden Muidn Muissel Muissen Naalk Naalkmaar Naalmen Naard Naareel Naarn Naassin Naturg Nekelbure Nenbey Nichow Nicht Nieuken Nieustburg Nieuws Nieuzen Nijke Nijmegande Ninen Ningelme Ningenburg Ninschotell Nocheukey Nocht Nocke Nockenaal Nockers Oisobegen Oisouldrote Oisselys Oissenbure Oistad Oldenaalke Olstave Omersfordam Omersfort Omert Oogen Oogenem Ooppind Oorday Oornem Oornickey Oosche Raidde Raiddelondt Raidden Raiden Raing Raingensch Ranek Ravereden Ravort Rhersfooren Rondinen Rooschelve Roped Roppin Rothe Rothelt Saide Saiden Saidensch Sainem Schas Schen Schts Selven Singeeden Singell Sinterg Sithen Slockesburg Slordre Sluidden Sluisout Sluisto Sluistoll Slund Snedelo Snekesburg Snenwill Sober Soberty Sobey Somer Soudam Stadt Stalke Stallem Stburg Steer Stelt Sterg Sterhoornem Sterty Stoppingen Susde Susden Susdendam Susterg Sustoppin Tadevore Talkmaar Tallelmere Tarnenbey Teldrich Theerd Theuwarn Thoudam Thoudricht Tieldren Tielo Tieusden Timel Timeld Timerdam Timere Timerkrad Tineep Tingen Tingenbey Tinter Togeen Togen Topedayst Topeden Topped Topping Uthen Utphen Utruidden Valken Valleis Venem Viand Viandore Vianek Vianekend Vlaalkmaast Vlanenaall Vlanenhe Vlinds Vlisobey Vlisoull Volsternhem Vrecheren Wardindt Wardrien Warle Warleereden Wastopenen Waystren Weenburg Weendam Weends Weenheuws Weerdamen Weeukeren Weeuway Wesburme Westein Wheadt Wheen Whelme Whermegany Wijke Wijkenzaar Wijkernien Wijmer Wijzeis Wijzevereas Wilvend Wingeda Wingend Wingesburg Wingest Witter Woenburg Woerk Wolstere Wolswardide Worda Wordenaalk Woren Worty Wouda Woudays Wought Woulen Woutpheren Zeinchem Zenlocht Zeveelmonde Zeveenlo Zeven Zeverhow Zutruis Zwoesburg Zwoetill Zwort Zwoudaarden Zwought

#444 names #444names #dnd names #fantasy names #names #markov gen #markovgen #name stash #fantasy name #character names #random fantasy names

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I wrote a thing again

Contains injury to a minor - about 14 y.o. If you think that might upset you, please, avoid reading this. It isn't too graphic imo, but yeah. If you know you can't handle it just skip it, take care of yourself first. (he survives and gets better after this btw)

"What's that sound...?" Lissele said, mostly to herself.

Rennard was the closest and heard her. "What sound?"

"Probably just a deer, but..." she listened harder. Something didn't seem right. The steps were eratic, heavy... And they were quickly getting closer. She froze. In a haze, she turned around several times, trying to locate it, before regaining clearer thinking again. "Draw your weapons!"

Sorontur and Rennard did so immediately.

L'amieil first flinched, then prepared his bow.

Barret took a stronger hold of Storm's reigns and drew his axe.

Faileon put a rock in his slingshot and began spinning it.

Lissele's ears rotated like crazy, desperate to locate the sound, but it seemed to be moving so fast... One second it was in front of her, the next it was in the complete opposite direction.

And then suddenly... it stopped. "What-" began Rennard, but she shushed him. "Rude," he whispered.

The silence weigh on her. It grabbed a handful of her guts and squeezed. It coursed through her veins. It polluted the air in her lungs.

Quick as lightning, from her right, came an enourmous shadow. She didn't turn around fast enough.

A scream. An ear shattering, soul crushing scream.

Faileon.

She spun around on one leg, drawing her dagger. She launched without second thought. Her dagger burried deep into the creature's side. It let go of Faileon and turned to her. "STAND BACK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, seeing the others coming closer to help.

The wolf giant growled, preparing to launch again.

She was quicker. The dagger flew through the air like a hawk, slashing the animal's snout.

It whimpered. Then it jumped at her, mouth wide open. It bit down right on her shoulder. Crack. Crack, went her bones.

But now it was close enough for a finishing blow. She sent the blade directly into its neck. Not even a second after, she pulled it out with a slashing motion. Fresh, warm blood came spewing all over her.

The animal let go and staggered backwards. Its hind legs gave out. Its wailing turned into gurgling. It stood up, trying to run back into the cover of trees.

Sorontur's blade came crashing onto the nape of its neck.

It colapsed to the ground. It twitched, made one final bubbling noise and stopped moving.

Lissele wasted no time. She ran straight to Faileon.

Tears flowed down his cheeks in rivers. He breathed fast. Too fast. His entire right arm was covered in blood. His fingers were trembling. Good sign. But no time to celebrate just yet.

"Calm down." She sat next to him, cupping his face with one hand. Her other arm didn't listen, instead it hung loosely at her side. "Look at me, Faileon."

He was too in shock.

"I need a barn leaf, NOW! L'amieil!" she commanded, pressing down on the wounds gushing the most blood. "Rennard, all the clean water we have! Soru, help me stop the damned bleeding!"

He knelt next to them and took a firm hold of Faileon's arm.

"Barret, get bandages! All of them!" She leaned closer, trying to make eye contact, but failing. He probably didn't even know she was there. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna fix this. I'm gonna help you. You'll be okay. You're gonna be okay."

A few moments later, Rennard came rushing, holding three bottles. He dropped two of them on the ground and opened the third. He poured it on Faileon's arm as Lissele began washing the wounds. Faileon wailed and atempted to push her away with his healthy arm. She didn't sway. "Just bear it for a moment. I'll be done soon enough."

"I got the barn leaf!" L'amieil came running towards them.

"Good." With the wounds somewhat clean, she accepted the plant began rubbing its leaves into mush. "I'm sorry," she said, very quietly. Then she pushed the paste into one of the wounds.

Faileon screamed at the top of his lungs and then... collapsed. Rennard caught him from behind and held him upright as Lissele continued.

"I'm so sorry," she kept repeating, even though the boy had no way of hearing her. "I'm sorry... Barret, hand me the bandages, would you?" As she silently tied them around Faileon's arm, blood immediately seeped through them. The spots grew like blooming red flowers in the shape of a jaw. So much... He's bleeding so much. She did another layer tighter than the one before. This time the spots didn't grow as much. She had hope yet.

When all bandages were used up, she leaned away from him. With new realizations coming to her, she couldn't bring herself to calm down quite yet. "Soru, could you check something for me?" she said, staring blankly at the boy cradled in Rennard's arms.

"Of course," he stepped closer.

"Could you check the wolf's eyes?"

"Uh... yeah."

She barely heard his steps moving away and much less coming back again. She was in a fog so thick she couldn't see, couldn't really hear, couldn't think of anything but what words she will hear him utter.

He came right up to her and knelt by her side, taking her bloodied hand in his. He kept quiet for a few seconds and when he finally spoke, his voice was sombre. Quiet. The words came out as more of a breath, than a voice.

"They're red."

#tw child injury #tw injury #whump #tw animal attack #werewolf #yeah uh i pretty much #finally decided #to make Faileon a werewolf #there are a lot of themes it will help me explore which would be a lot harder for me to think of in a more normal situation #it will just help me write him better #and i also fucking love werewolves i wanted so bad for someone from the mains to be one #cw child injury #child whumpee #tw child whumpee #my writing #writing #ocs #my ocs #faileon #lissele #sorontur #rennard #l'amieil #barret #smaller than heaven

[martan-co-ma-rad-caj]

Vím, že je tam moc postav na prvotní čtení, ale přesto... Rating?👉👈

"Ilanet! Ilanet je tu! Vykřikla Ahdvik a chopila se kormidla. Částečně otáčením a částečně vlnou, která se do nich opřela, se paluba naklonila tak, že jim začaly podklouzávat nohy.

Rennard hlasitě zaklel a chňapl po jednom z lan. Prohlo se pod ním, ale vydrželo.

Sorontur byl uprostřed prázdné plochy a neměl se čeho chytit. Zůstal sice na nohou, ale - až komicky pomalu - se klouzal po naleštěných prknech na druhou stranu paluby. Široce rozkročený se proklouzal kolem Barreta, který se stačil podržet stěžně. Zarazil se až o zábradlí dole. Nohy mu poskočily do vzduchu, ale nepřepadl. Dopadl zpět na zem a ihned se posadil, přičemž se křečovitě chytil vyřezávaných sloupků. "Co to sakra je?" pískl, sotva slyšitelně přes hučení vody.

"Teeravikt!" Ahdvik se sice podařilo loď natočit kolmo k vlnám, byly ale tak velké, že praničemu nepomohla. Jak se rozbíjely o příď, znovu a znovu je bičovaly tak silnými návaly vody, že mnohým z nich zčervenala kůže.

Lissele si kryla hlavu víkem od sudu, o který se opírala, a ruce jí povolovaly. I přes plachtoví a litry vody ve vzduchu spatřila stín zvedající se pomalu nad hladinu. Stvoření kolosálních rozměrů se vynořovalo z hlubin za bouření vln a hlasitého klapavého zvuku, jako když někdo mlátí lžící o stůl.

Aizor, který byl původně ve vraním hnízdě nad nimi, se náhle objevil uprostřed paluby, přeběhl až ke dveřím do podpalubí a zmizel v nich.

Vylívané kýble vody se brzy změnily v poprašek, načež z nich zbylo jen občasné šplíchnutí po boku lodi.

Lissele jako první opustila stabilní bezpečí a vyběhla po schodech až na příď.

Nad hladinou se tyčil Teeravikt ve své prastaré kráse. Hlava velká jako jejich loď, se plavila po vodě tak ladně a líně, že se zdála nesmírně lehká. Vyvstávaly z ní tupé ostny potažené blánou a občasný záhyb kůže, zšedlé dlouhým věkem i pobytem v hlubinách. O něco víš se tyčila jeho záda, rovněž ostnatá, ale nerovnoměrně. Jednotlivé hroty se střídaly se skupinkami menších a tvořily iluzi mořského dna pokrytého chaluhami. Jeho hrudník se rozpínal a zmenšoval tak pomalu, že bylo těžké si jeho dýchání vůbec všimnout. S každým výdechem ale ilanet opakoval ono klepání, které vibrovalo těly přitomných. Daleko, daleko od místa, kde se jeho páteř nořila zpět do vody, se zvedaly vlny nucené do pohybu jeho ocasem. Prohýbal se nenuceně nahoru a dolů, zdánlivě nezatížen množsvím vody, kterou se dral. Samotná ploutev ocasu byla tak široká, že by se nevešla ani na náměstí ve Slatonu. Celý tvor by potom zavalil nejen náměstí, ale i knihovnu a možná by dosáhl až k hradu.

Lissele ho neviděla po celé tisíciletí. Pocítila silné nutkání skočit za ním do moře. Už už zvedala nohu k zábradlí, když se zarazila.

Teeravikt pootočil hlavou bez krku k nim. Zvedl při tom další vlnu, která jimi po chvíli zahoupala. Jediným pohybem ocasu se přiblížil až k nim a zařadil se těsně vedle lodi. Stín dlouhých ploutví byl vidět až na druhé její straně. Oko Teeravikta připlulo až k Lissele a zastavilo se. Zamžoural, neboť nebyl zvyklý na světlo a zaostřil. Následně vydal vysoký tón, který přešel do hlubšího a opět se zvedl. Rozpoznal ji snad? Lissele hvízdla na prsty podobnou melodii.

V dáli se ozvalo šplouchnutí, jak Teeravikt pozvedl ocas nad hladinu. Moment na to jím vší silou praštil. Kdyby stáli blíž, rána by je nejspíš ohlušila.

Konečně se k nim připojil Aizor. V závěsu za ním z podpalubí vylezli i L'amieil a Fialeon. Faileon se držel za rameno, do kterého se zřejmě při vlnobití uhodil. Hned jak si ilaneta všiml, ztuhl na místě. Zůstal stát bez hnutí či hlásky a zíral na živou masu vedle lodi.

L'amieil na druhou stranu vypadal návštěvou potěšený, ale ne překvapený. Poklidně došel až k zábradlí a natáhl ruku k šedé zjizvené kůži nad nozdrami tvora. Dosáhl pouze špičkami prstů, ale viditelně mu to stačilo. Mírně sklonil hlavu a zavřel oči. "Myslel jsem, že už ho nikdy neuvidím. Měl jsem v táboře zůstat navždy. Je to k smíchu." Nesmál se ale. Zvedl oči ke své ruce a pomalu ji spustil. “Už je to tak třicet let, co jsem ho viděl poprvé a naposledy... až doteď."

"Dvakrát za život? To je dobré na někoho, kdo nežije na moři," vískl Aizor a poplácal ho po rameni. "Já sám ho vídám co pár měsíců, ale to protože ho následuji." Přiložil si pěst k hrudi a mírně se poklonil.

Teeravikt ho zřejmě také rozpoznal, protože zopakoval ránu ocasem.

#psaní #writing #czech #česky #čumblr #writeblr #ilanet je jiný název pro teeravikt akorát obecnější #sth #smaller than heaven #menší než nebe #taaak kdo tam všechno je #Aizor #sorontur #lissele #rennard #faileon #l'amieil #barret #jeste nemám tag pro #ahdvik #a myslim že ani aizor nemá tag achjo #nové postavy my beloathed #nemám je ještě 100% promyšlené a vadí mi to lol

[saragenab]

“Domus Aurea was built around 64 AD by Emperor Nero but remained incomplete after his death. Buried during the reign of his successor Trajan, the underground spaces and their frescoes were only rediscovered in 1480. During recent excavation work a bacteria culture was discovered and extracted which is blamed for the destruction of the palaces’s frescoes. In my work the same bacteria are applied to plasterboards and illuminated for several months with the image of an already destroyed fresco from Domus Aurea. Destructive in their original context, the bacteria grow toward the light and form a bacteria image of the fresco in the constructive process I initiated. The medium of destruction is inverted and employed at a different location to create a new image world.” It’s about bacteria.

[blacklynx14]

@lisselvolker and B

B from @bun-bunmuse 

#Lissel #B #gaster #greyscale

[phaunicier]

@lisselvolker

It won’t tag Lissel for some reason. Fox doesn’t know why.

Here’s your gift from Fox. Dress designed and created by Maestro.

#lissel #gift #fox art #fox sketch

[modestomontoya]

SIN CIENCIA NO HAY FUTURO: PARA ELEGIR, CONOZCA LAS PROPUESTAS DE LOS CANDIDATOS AL CONGRESO SOBRE POLÍTICAS EN CIENCIA Y TECNOLOGÍA

SIN CIENCIA NO HAY FUTURO: PARA ELEGIR, CONOZCA LAS PROPUESTAS DE LOS CANDIDATOS AL CONGRESO SOBRE POLÍTICAS EN CIENCIA Y TECNOLOGÍA

Inscríbete ya el en el ECI Bicentenario de invierno (30 de julio – 1 de agosto 2021) Propuestas de política en ciencia y tecnología de candidatos al Congreso del Perú 2021 -2026 Programa Presentación del evento:Modesto Montoya, Centro de Preparación para la Ciencia y Tecnología, coordinador del ECI.Expostores, por orden de lista (El orden de presentación será por sorteo) Fernando Alegre…

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#Bruno Ortiz #Candidatos al Congreso #Carlos Bustamante #Edward Málaga #Erick Iriarte #Ernesto Bustamante #Gastón Vega #Jenny Zenobio #Jorge Chávez #José Luis Mantari #Lissel Arnao #Luz Doris Sánchez #Marcos Garfia #Mirko Zimic #Pablo Secada #política en ciencia y tecnología #Rafael López #Rómulo Mucho #Sergio Tejada #Silvana Flores

[rookieforlife]

Göteborg keep Swedish Women's Cup

Göteborg FC retained the Swedish Women's Cup by defeating the side that has beaten them to next season's UEFA Women's Champions League, Tyresö FF, 2-1 in extra time.

Tyresö have ensured a UEFA competition debut for 2013/14 by clinching a top-two league finish alongside leaders WFC Malmö, but were behind after nine minutes when Göteborg's United States forward Christen Press picked up the ball inside the opposition half, got past left-back Karin Lissel and struck an unstoppable low shot into the far corner. Tyresö eventually shrugged off the early shock and started to assert themselves, Marta's shot from close range brilliantly kept out by the stretching leg of Kristin Hammarström.

The second half brought more Tyresö pressure and in the 66th minute Marta got the equaliser, assisted by Caroline Seger. The 1-1 scoreline stood until the final whistle and also after the first 15 minutes of extra time, but when Press went down following a challenge from Elaine, Sjöberg took full advantage of the ensuing penalty.

#cp #that's why tyreso got her lol #kopparbergs/göteborg fc #kgfc #she really loves champagne huh #olivia schough