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theterrorreversebang · 11 months

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Presenting, for your viewing and reading pleasure: the final collection of the first-ever Terror Reverse Bang, a feast of gorgeous artwork, beautiful fic, friendship, laughter, tears, ...some horny. OK, a lot of horny.

You can find the AO3 collection for the event here. Summaries and links to the artwork below the cut. Thank you all for going on this fantastic journey with us. Eat well and enjoy. - ❤️, Charlie and Vio

a most noble and enjoyable pursuit (T, multiple ships, 10.6k) artwork and concept by shloodles fic by vfrankenstein

Cornelius Hickey discovers something in the orlop deck that nobody was ever meant to find. Poetry, stupidity, and romance ensues.

anamnesis (M, fitzier, 42k) artwork and concept by camecrawlingback - art 2 fic by crownlessliestheking

The only things the commander leaves behind are these: A scrap of paper with writing that is not his own, and proudly monogrammed boots, now caked in verdurous filth. Both items will be pored over, and over. The boots, encased and displayed as a memorial to Franklin's expedition, in the time where they were yet named and not merely numbered. And the paper will be picked up and encased in glass to be read but never touched, the ink determined to be not ink at all, the words never fading though grief and greed blinds readers to its warning: WE ARE GONE.

and it is now, and it is here (M, fitzier, 30k) artwork and concept by oughtnots - draft fic by 20thcenturyvole

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

antipode (T, fitzier, 8.4k) artwork by asparklethatisblue fic by themainthings concept by drfronkensteeen

An antipode of any place is the point on the earth's surface diametrically opposite it. North. Then. James Fitzjames prepares for a walk. South. Now. Francis Crozier witnesses a glacier.

anything you can do (jopson does better) (T, joplittle, 15.5k) artwork and concept by necromcom fic by bastaerd

“There were only a handful of men in attendance– these lessons are often sparsely attended, as you know, but those who do attend come with the intent to improve upon not only their artistic skills but their powers of observation. Today there were… let me see.” Irving looked up at the ceiling and his mouth moved mutely as he recounted to himself the day’s class roster. “Hartnell, Peglar, Armitage, Gibson, Strong, and one other, I believe. Ah. Manson. A class of six.” Little nodded. “Was it one of them?” he asked. “No, no. They applied themselves to their work. It was only that- well, part of the way through the lesson Mr. Jopson arrived.” (or, Jopson's billion talents and the one thing he's dogshit at.)

beyond belief (T, multiple ships, 16.5k) artwork and concept by zdrzemka fic by Jellyfax

In the summer of 1845 'The Royal Society for Improving Natural and Unnatural Knowledge' at Somerset House in London posted a request for teams of Unnaturalists to uncover the nature of a beast spotted in the Highlands, terrorising the ironworkers on the North shore of Loch Camock. Funded by coal magnate Meyrick Holme, a reward of £500 was offered for proof of its existence, and £1000 was offered for the capture and delivery of the creature to the Royal Society. Two teams of monster hunters at the forefront of British Unnatural interests took up the gauntlet, and the hunt was to become a race against time and each other. But this is not really that story, but rather all the stories that lead up to it, and all the Monsters (Natural or Unnatural) found along the way. alternative title: "What if the Grandpa from Princess Bride was reading 'The Cryptid Factor: 1845' instead (but there was still kissing and melodrama and animals of unusual size hiding out in forests)"

blind tiger (M, bridglar, 24.5k) artwork and concept by neptuniite - art 2 fic by shortcrust

It is late in the winter of 1926 in Norfolk, Virginia. John Bridgens is a mediocre agent for the Bureau of Prohibition, and Harry Peglar is an excellent bootlegger.

bones in the ocean (T, fitzconte, 11.5k) artwork by vandrawsing fic by pointyshades concept by tullia

There were a few things James knew to be true: he had been dead, and now he was alive. Then there were the things of which he was not certain: were there others afflicted by his condition?

cliffgate (T, goodgore, 18.3k) artwork and concept by agatadraws fic by whalersandsailors

At the end of the long war with France, Graham Gore takes a holiday to Scotland in search of a place to find peace and to bury his past. But something is off in Cliffgate and her rolling hills: a secret as old as the earth, rivers, and trees. And local doctor Harry D.S. Goodsir seems embroiled in the middle of it all.

don't let them scare you; they are only my dreams (M, edward little & silna's father, 7.9k) artwork and concept by astralwhat fic by camecrawlingback

Edward Little has a nice dream. He also has some weird ones.

dreams of doom (M, multiple ships, 8.8k) artwork and concept by midnightmagpies fic by bilgewater01

When the haunted schooner Octavius sails into Crozier's dreams—and then into view of the stricken men on Erebus and Terror—the captain's suspicions, paranoid yet not without reason, turn towards Mr. Hickey. And then Crozier's men begin to die, murdered by the entity that only Hickey truly understands, and Hickey is not there to see their destruction.

francis and the frog prince (E, fitzier, 19.2k) artwork and concept by vandrawsing fic by sadsparties

James the frog has always wanted to be a prince. He wishes more than anything to have long legs and fancy hair, and horses to ride and clothes to wear. His dreams come true with the aid of a witch, but James soon learns that being a prince is more complicated than it seems. And what do you mean he must find his true love?

free o'er the bright blue sea (E, joplittle, 10.3k) artwork and concept by mitarashi8 fic by orchidae

Tom Jopson needed to make good money as fast as possible, that’s why he became Head Waiter on the Terre d’or, Franklin Ross cruise lines' brand new Mediterranean cruise ship, Captained by Francis Crozier. He figured a ship full of people would keep him focused and busy enough, too bad he keeps randomly bumping into First Officer Edward Little who is so damn distracting.

friday, i'm in love (E, joplittle, 52k) artwork and concept by mitarashi8 fic by manicpixiedreamjop

Mr. Little,Thank you so much for reaching out. While we are incredibly busy here at Mrs. Jopson’s Cleaning Services for the next few weeks (everyone’s excited about spring cleaning, what can you do!), I would be happy to get you on our schedule as early as the second week of April. When Edward’s therapist recommends he hire a cleaning company to help mitigate some of the guilt and anxiety that comes from his flat getting messy when he’s busy or depressed, he expects the "Mrs. Jopson" that he hires to be a sweet, middle-aged woman. He certainly does not expect the young, beautiful man who shows up in his flat, makes Edward's notoriously antisocial cat fall in love with him instantly, and makes Edward feel things he hasn't felt in years.

gods of fear and darkness (M, fitzier, 11.9k) artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue - art 2 fic by shakespeares_girl

After an unwanted arranged marriage to the King of the Underworld, James begins to show signs of a mysterious illness that only grows worse as time goes on. As James explores his new home and begins to grow close to his husband, Francis, and make friends in his new realm, James finds that he enjoys his new life and isn't ready to give it up. But with no cure and his symptoms growing worse first daily, then hourly, James doesn't have much time to unravel the mystery of his illness, or how it may connect to a long-buried trauma from his past ....

leave the light on (M, fitzier, 19.1k) artwork and concept by pretendingday fic by cajunroe

“Rumor has it, you found him eating bones on a beach. Keeping it up?” Francis nearly smiles but remembers just who he’s talking to in time. “You would be surprised how little the rumors of my life mean to me, Fitzjames.” He sets his haul on the table and seeks about putting everything in its place. “Oh, I do not think there’s anything about you that does not surprise me, Francis.”

long after the thrill of living is gone (M, multiple ships, 14k) artwork and concept by sixpounderss - art 2 fic by dimmockdock

Billy Gibson's main goal for his junior year of high school: survive. With the Toms by his side, that shouldn't be hard. But when a mysterious new kid shows up and draws Billy's eye, things start the change.

maths, marksmanship, & manly bonding (T, irving/tozer) artwork and concept by entangled_system

no better shoulder (T, silna & silna's father, 12k) artwork and concept by 20thcenturyvole fic by orchis

When the strangers whose ships are stuck in the ice wound her father, Silna has no choice but to accept their help until her dad heals or she can convince the men to leave. Unfortunately, they don't seem willing to listen to her. As tensions rise among the crew and Tuunbaq continues to lurk out on the ice, the danger grows for everyone involved. A Silna's dad lives AU.

nothing fades like the light (M, thomas hartnell, 8.5k) artwork and concept by silvermagpies fic by scarecrowfan

In January of 1846, Tom buries his brother on Beechey Island, but a part of Johnny seems to linger with him, a constant presence in his thoughts. Two years later, scurvy and lead poisoning have spread among the sailors. As they all struggle to survive their march from the ships, Tom's sense of time deteriorates and the edges of his memories blur. Is his brother's spirit truly with him, or is the failing of his body merely taking its toll? A Thomas Hartnell character study.

sacred and terrible divinity (M, fitzier, 28,9k) artwork and concept by 20thcenturyvole fic by midna_ronoa

The Empress of the Nine Houses in all her kindly glory summons eight necromancers and their cavaliers to take part in what will be the trial of their lifetimes: acquiring immortality. Soon after their arrival Francis Crozier, Head Archivist and Speaker of the Death of the Fifth, will have to decide where his allies and enemies lie in a game, that even if innocent at first, holds many more stakes for the known universe that one may have thought at first.

silent lands (T, silna & goodsir, 8.2k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by moonwalkingcrab

As Silna wanders across the land, tugged forwards by a mysterious presence, she contemplates the future and her place in it, if any.

the frozen shore (M, multiple characters, 17.5k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by acephalous

It's hungry and it wants to live (a 'The Thing' AU).

the gentleman soldier (E, hickeytozer, 8.6k) artwork and concept by malcifer fic by rhubarb_crumbl

Solomon finds Hickey to be a distraction from the darkness closing in around them, and realises that Hickey might need something to focus his mind on too.

the hidden paw (T, fitzier, 10.5k) artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue - art 2 fic by fadladinida

Francis heard a small mew and looked down to see a cat waiting expectantly on the doorstep. “Mew,” said the cat, apparently affirmatively, as it- he- trotted up the step and straight into Francis’ flat. Francis' fledgling friendship with his former office nemesis is put into doubt after a disastrous dinner date, but when a mysterious cat turns up at Francis' door, it quickly becomes apparent that both their relationship and the strange cat are not entirely as they seem.

the miracle; or, un unlikely series of states in a mechanical universe (E, goodsir/multiple, 7.5k) artwork and concept by bilgewater01 link to the fic

During congress with his mistress Lady Silence, Assistant Surgeon Goodsir discovers that his Membrum Virile, applied rectally, is a Panacea for any and all ailment and disease, as the woman grows back her tongue. He vigorously confirms this finding with Seaman Morfin, who is greatly troubled by his headaches; then is granted permission to perform his miraculous cures on all men in need.

this time tomorrow (M, bridglar, 19k) artwork and concept by silvermagpies fic by poorly_animated

John Bridgens meets Henry Peglar one evening when he nearly runs him over on his bike ride home. Henry doesn't particularly mind being almost run over by a handsome professor, so they walk together, and make plans to keep meeting. When John mentions Henry to his officemate, though, they discover something strange. Henry Peglar is dead.

unsportsmanlike conduct (T, fitzier, 10.8k) artwork and concept by pretendingday fic by othersideofthis (hikaru)

The Greenhithe Terrors are the worst team in the EIHL, and their last-ditch attempt to save their season involves trading for one James Fitzjames. It's too bad that the league's golden boy also doesn't seem to know that there's no "I" in team.

vanished hands and voices still (M, fitzier, 9.5k) artwork and concept by e-merald-terror fic by hangingfire

Or, The Convalescence of James Fitzjames In another timeline, two dozen of Sir John Franklin's men returned from the Arctic. In this timeline, James Fitzjames didn't die. But his great gilded life has collapsed in the wake of the disastrous expedition. Haunted by his failures and the deaths of his men, harrowed by the trauma he has suffered, he takes refuge with his foster-brother's family in Brighton.

your turn (T, hickey/irving, 21k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by hypallepse

When John Irving was steeling himself for another dreadful weekend in the Swiss Alps, he only thought he'd have to deal with integrating George's new boyfriend into their strange group. Nothing could have prepared him to have the same new boyfriend's ex-boyfriend crashing the party and turning his whole life around. When Cornelius Hickey decided to crash Billy's new fake life so he could get his boyfriend back, he never expected he'd have to learn how to ski or, even worse, care about another self-centred prat.

15 Recipes Arctic Explorers Can't Live Without (M, joplittle, 6.1k) artwork and concept by entangled_system fic by krewka

In the spring of 1850 Thomas and Edward convalesce in the English countryside. Recovery, relationships, and retirement create an unsavoury mix, made all the worse since no one really knows how to taco 'bout it.

#the terror #the terror amc #amc the terror #the terror reverse bang #the terror reverse bang 2023 #the terror reverse bang 2023 masterpost

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the-real-milo · 10 months

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MAGNUS ARCHIVES COLLEGE DARK ACADEMIA

- recording all of your lecture notes as audio files, with ending commentary about the curious glint in your professor’s eye as he raved about click chemistry, or how you Know someone is messing up the curve and if you could jUst fiNd ouT wHo

- having an academic rival who makes you the angriest you’ve ever been, but when they take one (1) sick day you freak out and stalk them to make sure they’re alive

- your RA knows more about your illegal dorm activities than they should be able to. you feel eyes burning into the back of your neck as you skateboard into the communal bathrooms

- all of your roommates have a weird, ghastly backstory to share with you. most of them share their tales with a far away look in their eyes, but one seems to enjoy reliving their tale, looking you straight in the eyes and hinting at a smirk

- you only write notes on your laptop, but one geriatric professor forces you back to paper and pen. secretly, you’ve missed the feeling of black ink sliding smoothly onto a fresh page

- you alternate between wearing starch-collared button-ups and monogrammed lapel pins, Hawaiian t-shirts, and 3-sizes-too-large sweaters with strange interloping patterns that you can’t seem to look away from

- your leather satchel (and yes, it’s a Satchel) always has tomorrow’s lecture notes tucked away inside. of course, they’re completely out of order, but you’ll find the right one, you can Feel it

also thinking of doing one of these per major so lemme know which ones are wanted

#tma #the magnus archives #magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha tma #gertrude robinson #dark academia #tma academia #tma dark academia #gothic academia #Spotify

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nichenarratives · 8 months

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Hurricane Heller 12

Entire works can be found on AO3 here.

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Authors note: this chapter personally offended me and had to be rewritten from scratch about 7 times. Please forgive that it's a little short, but I can't look at it anymore. I need to move on. Condolences willingly accepted.

12. Painful Reminiscing

It's been three weeks, but the interaction remains raw within the tom's memory; the very moment he became unwelcome in his mother's home, even as he continued to pay the bills. A slew of complicated and intertwined events, emotions and opinions all led up to that specific memory, all of which play on Mordecai's mind as he's forced to wait for a census on his future in the launderette back room, his body aching and begging for rest he simply won't permit amongst strangers.

The turning point was six months ago when, abandoned by Hashem as he begged for an alternative path, Mordecai had shed the last of his faith and fully assimilated into the Kosher Butcher. He'd excommunicated himself that Sunday, abandoning the pretense of Sabbath services and residual faith entirely knowing it would cause strife with his mother, but no longer willing to pretend for her peace of mind.

Despite this decision, he continues to return home for each Sunday meal, equal parts for the calming routine and to stay close to his beloved family. Time spent with Esther remains a joy while connecting with Rose continues to challenge his social capabilities, but it's the hours assisting mother in the kitchen that become exhaustive.

Presuming his severance from the synagogue is temporary once more, she speaks predominantly on responsibility and duty to his faith, lecturing her wayward eldest until he has to excuse himself for air multiple times an hour. What used to be a familiar ritual has become something he dreads every week, creating an unspoken rift between Mordecai and his mother with every passing Sabbath meal.

It only worsens, for her temper flares after months of excuses. Her queries and accusations become more pointed and demanding of explanation, yet Mordecai keeps his answers vague. He has no intention of dragging his family into the world in which he found himself, nor informing his mother of the blood staining the funds he provides. When cornered, he always has the same answers: work was demanding; there just wasn't time to attend; his other responsibilities needed to come first.

Every now and again, he would bring up the bills he paid or the new clothes his wage bought the girls, which would shut his mother down entirely. The peace never lasts more than a few weeks though. He walks on eggshells around her to avoid instigating another discussion, which often leaves the tuxedo irritable and anxious, disturbing his sleep for days.

Three weeks ago had been Rose's bat mitzvah, a day his mother repeatedly reminded Mordecai of as it approached. She was too proud to ask, but it was clear in her words she expected him to attend his sister's aliyah, an emphasis on the importance of her transition into adulthood, especially as the youngest child. The tom never admitted his intention to skip it to avoid confrontation, simply not showing up for the service as he hadn't for the five months beforehand.

He did, however, attend the celebratory reception, coming in late to avoid notice and tracking down Rose as swiftly as he could, who confirmed she was just happy to see him even if he'd missed the service. He'd handed over his gift - an ornate, monogrammed box containing a number of pencils with various granite grades, to encourage her artistry - and had tolerated the vice-like embrace it garnered, before he'd excused himself and made to leave.

Mordecai had hoped to leave unhindered, but was caught at the door by Nataliya. Their exchange was polite but short; an acknowledgement of his absence from Sabbath services, a polite query of her health and a return answer of his own. He didn't promise to speak with her again as he made his excuses to leave either, hoping continued absences would unravel the matchmaking their parents initiated years ago as he slipped back out into the street.

"Mordecai Issac Heller, you stop this instant."

Use of his full name stopped him in his tracks immediately, sending a potent shot of adrenaline through his body as he turned to face his scowling mother. She approached with an irrefutable fury that raised the hackles on his neck, even as he set his lips into a firm frown and met her gaze without a hint of fear, though his ears betrayed his true emotions and folded flat to his skull with shame.

"Where were you?" She demanded in an unnecessarily loud tone, considering she was barely feet from her son. There's no need to elaborate on the question; she's referring to the Sabbath service that morning. When he doesn't answer, she continues regardless, attracting the unwitting attention of numerous passersby. "You knew Rose had her reading, you know how important it is, and you don't bother to show up?"

She got closer, forced to glare up at the son who'd grown to an easy four inches taller than his mother, not that he could appreciate that extra height when being berated. He felt like a naughty child. "People are whispering, Mordecai. They're not asking if you're okay, they're spreading rechilus about you and your chutzpah. Our faith is becoming a joke to your congregation because you don't show your face!"

He opened his mouth, but was immediately shut down by a warning hiss. Mordecai swallowed and struggled to maintain his composure, acutely aware of a gathering crowd of both strangers and congregation members. "Don't you dare make those same excuses. Don't you dare think I'm going to let it slide again," she'd chastised. "I want the truth, bachur. What's so important, you can't even make it to your sister's Bat Mitzvah? What is more important than your faith?"

Mordecai's mouth was dry. Even if he wanted to tell her, he couldn't at that moment, not with so many people waiting in earnest for his response. Emotions threatening to rampage under his skin, he'd taken a deep breath, briefly closed his eyes to compose himself, then answered the demand with the same excuse as usual. "I've been busy, moth-"

The slap has been so hard, it snapped his head to the side, echoing in the suddenly silent street as onlookers gasped or held their hands to their mouths. Too stunned to speak, his habitual lies knocked right out of his mouth, he couldn't move for a number of seconds. Only as his cheek began to throb and he raised a hand to his hot flesh had he managed to look back to his mother, who had a mixture of fury and anguish twisting her features, thick tears magnified by her pince nez.

"Your father would be ashamed of you."

Mordecai hasn't tried to speak to his mother or sisters since then. His Sundays are lonely and long, as are his waits between assignments, an empty void the tuxedo has taken to sleeping through even though it makes him hard to rouse for work. It's becoming increasingly difficult to distract himself through conscious engagement, his plants the only thing he reliably waters, as they cannot care for themselves.

Now he's here, in need of semi-urgent medical assistance and under armed guard after killing a co-worker, revenge for the path he placed the young tuxedo on years prior, even if he's aware Fiores isn't to blame for his troubles. Mordecai gained no satisfaction from taking his life either, but still feels less tense somehow, possibly because it was one less bastard in the world to corrupt another desperate child.

He sits on the floor with his left leg splayed awkwardly in front of him, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back against flaking plaster. The cool compress held to his swollen face has long since gone warm, but he remains still, eyes closed to lessen the throbbing in his head, breathing shallowly as each inhale makes his ribs ache.

Despite his injuries, sitting on the filthy floor and a growing restlessness deep in his core, the most disconcerting thing remains the gun aimed at his forehead. Other than to hand him a compress, the enforcers haven't spoken to or tried to approach Mordecai since he sat down, a nervous air about them whenever they work near his still frame to clean up Fiores' mangled body. A blessing, certainly; he has nothing to say that was not already expressed to Fiore himself.

Mordecai supposes he can't blame them; in only six years, he graduated from a laughably frightened boy to a torturer and murderer. Even though they encouraged those ruthless tendencies with their goading, perhaps they didn't think the little Jewish boy was capable of such atrocities. But that's their failure, not his; molded by treatment and opportunity, Mordecai doesn't regret a second, the blood on his hands as much a part of him as his now wretched soul.

Exhaustion pulls at the tuxedo tom, but he fights it tooth and claw, not trusting his company to resist putting a bullet in his head as he sleeps. Though if Savage condones it, he'll die in this grimy backroom content the money he's left behind will at least see his family moved to better rented housing.

Mother can hate him forever if she wants to; so long as his sacrifices weren't for nought, Mordecai can die happy.

#niche narratives #hurricane heller #mordecai heller #lackadaisy #fanfiction #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy mordecai #fanfic #tracy j butler #no beta we die like atlas may #send help

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bella-but-not-hadid444 · 1 year

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running gags i’ve picked up on in p&f and mml:

- the 'yes, yes I am'

- adding -inator after ridiculously long-winded named machines

- where's Perry?

- "mooom phineas and ferb are making a title sequence" (and other alternatives relative to the episode)

- (fedora off) a platypus? (fedora on) PERRY the platypus??!!?

- double negatives

- doof's sporadic and comedic musical numbers + unionised backup dancers

- inators always blowing up/self-destruct buttons on EVERYTHING

- candace's long neck (cOuP de crAyoN)

- birds crashing into tall things

- acronyms

- zebra calling candace kevin

- characters mentioning major monogram’s eyes being on one side of his nose/face

- carl being an unpaid intern for ‘college credit’ 😭😭

- perry often being mistaken for a duck or a beaver

- tHe llAMa inCidEnt

- scott’s milk carton girlfriend: mildred

- *ding* thumbs up

- “ooh i get it, it’s a metaphor for..” *proceeds to completely misinterpret the situation*

- the *insert adjective* one will be our leader

- recurring raccoon

- the inexplicable giant floating baby head

- almanacs

- “you’re flooding it” “no i’m not”

#i feel like i’m definetly missing some #pls add more in the comments that i haven’t mentioned already #phineas and ferb #milo murphy’s law #running gags

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sadaveniren · 1 year

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Okay real talk though now that we know he’s number 1. Like. Insanely pressing discussion.

What do the pillows says? Or what gay fucking design is on them that Louis had to flip them around so we didn’t see the design. Cause there’s no way in hell those are just plain cream pillows.

@crinkle-eyed-boo offers up that the pillows are monogrammed but I know we can crowdsource alternatives!

#also we need a list of the books on the shelf behind him #larries this is what we do best and dammit Twitter larries are here now so we have NEW BRAINS #let’s fucking go 🤣

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blueprxde · 1 year

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I needed to draw more about this

Other parts: 1, 2, 3

#phineas and ferb #pnf #pnf au #alternate universe #heinz doofenshmirtz #francis monogram #perry the playtpus #roger doofenshmirtz #monty monogram #carl karl #charlene doofenshmirtz #my art #the agent and the dictator

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metalicious-jewelry · 5 months

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Best-Selling Custom Design Jewelry Collection - Metalicious

Buy new best-sellers & trendy jewelry at Metalicious. Check out some of our popular and best-selling silver sterling jewelry, like chains, necklaces, silver bracelets, and rings for men and women. Additionally, there is one more attraction of gold and White gold jewelry in our collection.

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pwlanier · 1 month

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John Graff, Gold Hunter Case with Monogram and Coat of Arms of the Nawab of Bhawalpur Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV, Circa 1890, Switzerland. Enamel, rubies and diamonds, 18k gold.

This extraordinary Minute Repeating pocket watch is a historically important timepiece and masterpiece of the horological arts. The watch features in its case the portrait of the Nawab of Bhawalpur, Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV, and is signed JG. John Graff (1836-1902), the foremost Swiss portrait painter in enamels of the late 19th century.

The front of the case is superbly ornamented with the initials SMKA (Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abassi) and each of the letters, outlined in gold, is inset with precious stones – the letters S and M are inset with diamonds while the letter K is inset with emeralds and A with Burmese rubies. These rest on a background of red champlevé enamel. The circular case cover is further ornamented along its internal diameter with a sequence of diamonds at each of the hourly points and, between these can be seen a sequence of two emeralds flanking a central ruby. Beyond this circular border, a second circular register features a spectacular arrangement of diamonds.

The back of the case is decorated with the official blazon of the State of Bhawalpur, which consists of a shield, as usual in sable (black), three palm branches palewise in fess (gold), or, in chief four double quatrefoils argent seeded as diamonds on a gold background. On the crest, and above the shield, the helmet and gorge of a suit of armour (diamonds on a gold background); above that, on the upper part, a double branch in gold and, at the top, a seven-pointed star of diamonds on gold resting on a crescent argent. At the sides of the blazon as supporters, two pelicans, rousant argent billed and membered are shown with rubies for eyes and standing on an undulating branch of emeralds and a Burmese ruby. Below that, the escroll in white enamel with the family name ‘Abbasi’ in Urdu.

Behind the case front, the movement is a wonder of complications, at the time considered at the forefront of technical innovation – a perpetual calendar, a Moon phase, and a split-second chronograph as well as a Minute repeater. On a gold background, the dial contains radial Roman numerals with a bead-set diamond between each. The outer minute scale and other dial numerals are Arabic. Bead-set Burmese rubies are seen beneath the day and date dials.

Behind the obverse side of the case, the portrait of the Nawab shows him in three-quarter angle and dressed in ceremonial red costume with gold braiding. Around his neck is a heavy necklace of pearls between pairs of alternating emeralds and rubies. On his head, he wears a Bhawalpuri turban with cascading ropes of pearls and rubies. On the perimeter of the circular portrait, we observe the initials JG (John Graff). Encircling the portrait, on the gold frame, a sequence of arches are delicately engraved in millegrain design.

Above the case, a heavy pendant emerges and leads to the segmented crown; above that, the circular bow is ornamented with a braided surface.

The Nawab of Bhawalpur, Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV (1862-99) was a young prince with immense wealth and eclectic taste. He famously commissioned an extraordinary silver bed by Christofle with moving automatons of four nude life-size bronze ladies representing European beauties, which winked and fanned him as music played. He was also a refined aesthete of the Muslim dynasty that claimed descent from the Abbasid caliphate. A great collector of gemstones, famous for his collection of Mughal spinels and rare artefacts; his glamorous and flamboyant attire and coiffure were a seamless synthesis of mysticism and haute couture.

Courtesy Alain Truong

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dothwrites · 10 months

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aw samandriel, the cutest little angel. his actor is a GREAT screamer. some aren't that good. but he's a good screamer.

the fact that dean keeps on seeing these visions of cas... i know that cas explains it later, but it's more delicious that it's a manifestation of dean's own guilt. FOR WHY could dean be so distraught over losing cas?

cas is already saying goodbye to dean, and dean doesn't realize it. cas is getting ready to betray dean YET AGAIN and apologizing in the only way he knows how, and dean DOESN'T GET IT.

delta the witch is... pretty hot. she could betray me and i wouldn't be that mad about it.

"i remember every second of leaving" but do you dean. do you really. kind of insulting that dean has such a low opinion of cas' abilities.

i do love crowley's monogrammed handkerchiefs. he's so damn pretentious.

there are two wolves fighting inside me at all times. one wolf wants to see cas effortlessly win every fight. the other wolf wants to see people beat cas up. it's a damn STRUGGLE

dean being a supportive husband! he's propping cas up!

kevin defining compendium is also delightful.

WINGS! WINGS! CAS WINGS! cas being badass is something that will always be near and dear to me. i just think that cas' eyes should have glowed all the time. just for little things even.

dean literally. he literally COULD NOT accept that cas would willingly rather stay in purgatory than come with him. he could not accept that cas didn't want to come with him and he rewrote his own memories. he made himself miserable and sick with guilt over failing cas because the alternative WAS WORSE to him dean feeling guilty over leaving cas behind and causing his probable death was BETTER than dean accepting that cas didn't want to go with him.

now it's time to chew broken glass.

#doth watches spn

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thebirdandhersong · 10 months

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After talking to @eddis-not-eeddis about Korean music, I thought I'd put together a list of Korean music that carried me through the last years of high school/first year uni :)

I listened to mostly kpop (and some r&b/indie/rap/alternative/pop rock) near the end of high school, but it became too tiring to listen to, and I became more interested in other genres of Korean music. I've linked a few of my favourite albums below, but most of those artistts have grown in name and (relative) fame since I began listening to them. Here are a a few more recommendations (some of which are smaller/lesser known artists, some of which have big presences in the industry):

Acoustic indie: OKDAL, Han All, Kim Na Young, Standing Egg, Lucid Fall, Sugarbowl, J Rabbit, Urban Zakapa

R&B: Zion.T, Zico, HYUKOH, Heize, GSoul, Ra.D, Crush, DEAN

Ballads: Ji Jin Seok, Park Hyo-shin, Jeong Sewoon, Kim Jin-ah, ONEW, Jung Seung Hwan, Paul Kim

Bands: Martin Smith, LUCY (they have a VIOLINIST !!!), The Rose

Indiepop/pop artists who branched out to different genres: Minseo, Chen, AILEE, BOL4, Sandeul, ONEW, Jonghyun, Monogram, Roy Kim, Lee Hi

Sam Kim's Sun and Moon was THE album of the year in grade 12. Every single track on this album is memorable. Sam Kim (from Seattle!) is signed under Antenna Music, whose other artists are worth checking out, too, if you're interested in unconventional, unique indie music (Antenna's whole brand is letting the artists explore their own tastes and interests; it's a whole agency of singer-songwriters). Sam Kim himself is an excellent guitarist, and likes to dabble every once in a while in other genres (r&b, ballads, pop) and has performed singles for k-drama soundtracks in the past. First song rec: It's You for a relaxed indiepop sound, NO SENSE from his album I AM SAM for a demonstration of his guitar picking style.

Lee Jin-ah is also at Antenna Music. When she arrived on the music scene with her voice and her piano, even big names like JYP (which is one of the "Big Three" pop music companies) were scrambling to offer her a contract. Her jazz piano background brings something very distinctive to the Korean music industry; she combines that with r&b and bubblegum pop influences, which is a really interesting contrast with her light, airy, fairy-like voice :) First song rec: RANDOM (a good intro to her eclectic style), Let's Go Camping (a slower acoustic/piano track that displays her whimsical sound in a softer way).

Eddy Kim's acoustic stuff is pretty good easy listening. I listened to his music constantly in high school. He's less experimental in his music style than Sam Kim, for example, but when he sticks to his brand (guy with guitar and a regular percussive beat) he comes up with some really good music. First song rec: 2 years apart or The Manual

AKMU (Akdong Musician) is probably the only big name company musician I still follow/listen to. They signed with JYP when they were in their mid-teens -- JYP is the only one among the Big Three companies that branches out from mainstream pop the most. AKMU is a brother-sister duo that creates quirky, whimsical indie-pop music with a very distinctive sound (they often sing together; the sister is an incredible vocalist and the brother is the one who composes and produces). More recent music has either gone electro-pop or acoustic based indie. I've added two albums here (one from their teenage years, one more recent) as a nice comparison. You can hear how their style has changed over the years! First song rec: How People Move (a funky, energetic title track), Time and Fallen Leaves (ballad), Last Goodbye (they incorporated a familiar classical music song into this in a very creative way)

Last of all, someone who technically is part of the pop scene in Korea, but whose sound is more memorable to me. IU's charm is the versatility in her voice; she's experimented with many genres in her extensive career (she was a child star). Musical theatre, jazz, singsong rap, ballads, bubblegum pop, electropop, indiepop, acoustic indie, alternative....... she's literally done it all (well. Aside from rock, metal, and traditional folk music). LILAC is one of her more recent albums (for a more acoustic indie sound, I'd recommend Palette). First song rec: LILAC (this is a pretty good example of the unique things she brings to the kpop scene: a theatrical, refreshing sound), My sea (a kdrama OST-style ballad that demonstrates her vocal ability and range), Through the Night from her Palette album (soft relaxing acoustic song)

#songbird again

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