#cloudlets

[daily-twice-content]

20230819 Airport @ Incheon

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[yloiseconeillants]

MAYNCIENT :: Day 5 - Duty

To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.

(John Keats, "Sonnet X")

[ghcstcd]

Baby air ghouls are called cloudlets Ok? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay, okay, you're right

[hclib]

The Changing Moods of Bde Maka Ska

The Changing Moods of Lake Calhoun I love thy waters edge at morn It is so cool, I feel reborn As draw I breaths deep, full, and free And baptize soul with thoughts of thee. At noon-tide, thou art shining fair The sunbeams caught in glistening lair I joy with thee and dance at will For thou art winsome, coy and still. Then fleecy clouds come into view And waft me on to visions new; But while I feast enchanted here There speeds an [illegible] cloudlet near. The wave beneath begin to frown More darkness gathers; then to crown The day's bewitching hour with glee The lake puts on a cap of majestry. The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar

The author of this poem from our Minneapolis and Hennepin County Vertical Subject Files is lost to time. The poem probably dates from the early 1900s, but it seems its author never finished it. If you would like to explore more of the many moods of Bde Maka Ska (Lake Calhoun at the time this poem was written) to find your own poetic inspiration, there are hundreds of photos of the lake in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections.

[clearwillow]

Went back and revisited one of the panels from page 68 of Mating Fever and shared it with patrons earlier this month and forgot to schedule it for tumblr ^^; HB, 2B, 4B pencils, touched up in Photoshop with some watercolor brushes for toning. 

No cloudlets version’s on Pixiv even though you’re not seeing a whole lot. Big file’s on patreon along with about 500 other things.

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[voidic3ntity]

persephone's curse, awake in the willow springs of texas,

sweet kentucky blue, blurring lenticular cloudlet diamonds:

the awareness of the other, so self-like in demeanour & tone,

the blue hue of the sky shines brighter through the trouble;

I am an author, an unreliable narrator, a vessel of creation,

& in my darkest moments, suspended within the womb.

[najmiska]

do mila and saga's cats have names? ☺️

For now I only know that Mila's kitty is named Chmurka/Cloudlet and is a female Ragdoll (ref photos are on Mila's pinterest board) and that Saga's cat is a black she-cat that once came to her room by open window and never left. They also have playdates together ᓚᘏᗢ

[darkcatblacksoul]

A selection of MAP parts made in 2020. Each was dedicated to one of my characters. Available here:

Dark (long-legged and thin cat);

Cloudlet (tabby cat);

Gerson (black cat).

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—

The name, because one afternoon

Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.

No one left and no one came

On the bare platform. What I saw

Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Adlestrop by Edward Thomas

[peasunflower]

Do what you've always wanted to do <3

because what's life if not laughing till you're red, making stupid decisions you find funny, hugging her goodbye everyday, dancing on your balcony at 6 am while you view the sunrise, fawning over cloudlets, texting them goodmorning everyday, wearing brown and green clothes just because they're underrated, eating under the blue sky, running around with your bag, texting them about all the tea that's happened, saying hiiii to people till they ask you to shut up, christening benches, exchanging jewellery, being all smiley smiley. Associate memories with every little thing <3

Alive.

[emeraldtied]

➤ Call All You Want | Accepting

↳ @champiionic asked: ☎️ From Sonic!

What My Muse Has For Your Muse's Contact Info:

Cloudlet. Arrow thinks he's funny combining the 'Sky(ler)' and 'Little Brother' like that.

What Their Ringtone Is:

Glamorous Sky - Bentley Jones I know we could cross over rainbows I wish that we could aim the sun again I know we could dream for tomorrow

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse:

[Told you she'd love it] And attached is a video of Lyra playing with whatever Sonic got her for her birthday.

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone:

Definitely a picture of their flower field.

[thesefevereddays]

The Mountains

By D’Arcy McNickle

There is snow, now—

A thing of silent creeping—

And day is strange half-night . . .

And the mountains have gone, softly murmuring something . . .

And I remember pale days,

Pale as the half-night . . . and as strange and sad.

I remember times in this room

When but to glance thru an opened window

Was to be filled with an ageless crying wonder:

The grand slope of the meadows,

The green rising of the hills,

And then far-away slumbering mountains—

Dark, fearful, old—

Older than old, rusted, crumbling rock,

Those mountains . . .

But sometimes came a strange thing

And theirs was the youth of a cloudlet flying,

Sunwise, flashing . . .

And such is the wisdom of the mountains!

Knowing it nothing to be old,

And nothing to be young!

There is snow, now—

A silent creeping . . .

And I have walked into the mountains,

Into canyons that gave back my laughter,

And the lover-girl’s laughter . . .

And at dark,

When our skin twinged to the night-wind,

Built us a great marvelous fire

And sat in quiet,

Carefully sipping at scorching coffee . . .

But when a coyote gave to the night

A wail of all the bleeding sorrow,

All the dismal, grey-eyed pain

That those slumbering mountains had ever known—

Crept close to each other

And close to the fire—

Listening—

Then hastily doused the fire

And fled (giving many excuses)

With tightly-clasping hands.

Snow, snow, snow—

A thing of silent creeping

And once,

On a night of screaming chill,

I went to climb a mountain’s cold, cold body

With a boy whose eyes had the ancient look of the mountains,

And whose heart the swinging dance of a laughter-child . . .

Our thighs ached

And lungs were fired with frost and heaving breath—

The long, long slope—

A wind mad and raging . . .

Then—the top!

There should have been . . . something . . .

But there was silence, only—

Quiet after the wind’s frenzy,

Quiet after all frenzy—

And more mountains,

Endlessly into the night . . .

And such is the wisdom of mountains!

Knowing how great is silence,

How nothing is greater than silence!

And so they are gone, now,

And they murmured something as they went—

Something in the strange half-night . . .

[yellowmanula]

Gdy ciężar pracy owocuje lekkością stylu:

Kto długo żył w niewoli miejskiego pęta,

Ten skłania myśli ku nieuchwytnemu pięknu

Albo w uśmiechu nieba co w modlitwy tchnieniu

Tak daleko za błękit firmamentu sięga

Dostrzega szczęście, gdy serce porasta w kłębach

I tonie znużony w tak miłym lęgnięciu

W falującej trawie, czytając w chwili mgnieniu

O miłości, o zatraceniu; jak luba mu księga

Jest; Filomeli pieśń słysząc, wracając w cieniu

Do swego już domu, wtem i oko zaprzęga

Śledząc chmur żeglugę po kopuły kleceniu

Żal czuje po dniu co schodzi w zapomnieniu

Gdy wieczorem jak przelot kropel łez anioła

Pada bezdźwięcznie eter czysty dookoła

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To one who has been long in city pent,

Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,

Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair

Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair

And gentle tale of love and languishment?

Returning home at evening, with an ear

Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye

Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,

He mourns that day so soon has glided by:

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear

That falls through the clear ether silently.

[ghcstcd]

anon is legit a genius for thinking of a name like cloudlets. It just invoked the imagery of a tiny little cotton ball with big ol’ eyes and the tiniest of tails and little wings that are practically just as fluffy (to me tho it would all fall off eventually like a chicks down and create a weird teenage/puberty phase 😔)

CUMULUS AND CIRRUS AWKWARD TEEN PHASE CONFIRMED.

[violettesiren]

Oh the fragrance of the air With the breathing of the flowers! Oh the isles of cloudlets fair, Shining after balmy showers!

Oh the freshly rippling notes! Oh the warbling, loud and long, From a thousand golden throats! Oh the south wind’s tender song!

Oh the mellow dip of ears Through the dreamy afternoon! Oh the waves that clasp the shores, Chanting one delicious tune!

Wears the warm, enchanted day To the last of its rich hours, While my heart, in the sweet May, Buds and blossoms with the flowers.

Song by Celia Thaxter

[wisebilly]

oh my god I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE WKRD CLOUDLET EVERYONE PAUSEEE