#illuminated text

[lycomorpha]

Reminder, in case I'm not the only spoonie here who needs it right now 💖🥄♿💖

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"a 12th century illuminated illustration of a frog, with the text 'FROGGE'"

we've got [indecipherable], Frocge, Forooge, and Feroðgimpe (?). the gang's all here

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UNBECOMING

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titles: done! a week and a half till we launch our first proper collab cartoon!!

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6 illuminate

Chasm pals 💕 This one came from a drawing in my sketch I made some weeks ago, but quite liked.

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“To The Night & The Cloud” by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

1914

Artist : Jessie Bayes (1876-1970)

Source : pbagalleries.com

[xccentriktigress]

Drawings From the Edges of Pentiment Pages: Dogs and Cats

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My illuminated manuscript-style illustration for terpsichorean's fic, A Heavy Burden, as part of the @go-minisode-minibang 2024!

The story takes place in 1518 Strasbourg and Aziraphale receives a book of hours as a gift in it, so I decided to stick with the theme!

Check out the scanned pages of the book of hours I used as my primary reference here: The Morgan Library & Museum

[cuties-in-codices]

"women with beards"

in a german translation of "mandeville's travels", ca. 1471-1474

source: Stuttgart, Landesbibl., Cod. poet. et phil. 2º 4, fol. 40r

[hareefaree]

The new DnD movie was good! Went into it with my tabletop group expecting a marvel-sequel quippy mess and was surprised by very cool practical effects and wet puppets. Also it felt like a really good translation of a campaign and watching them translate dnd mechanics into actual moments scratched my brain.

I am not immune to advertising ;-; I guess I kinda understand marvel fans now

[bnmxfld]

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

Jonathan Safran Foer / Everything Is Illuminated

[lycomorpha]

It's been a ridiculous couple of weeks. May we all remember to take our meds, no matter how batshit things get.

[illuminatedvisage]

waiting for this story to end before i begin another.

Pairing: Jing Yuan x (GN) Trailblazer!Reader Summary: The General attempts to write you a letter. Warnings: Angst, Pining Notes: Title and quote taken from the poem, "Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another" by Jan Heller Levi

it’s been a long time since jing yuan has needed to grind his own ink, but he has not forgotten the ritual of it. dropping water onto the inkstone, unwrapping the cake, dragging water from well to plain and grinding, slowly, in measured circles until the soot dissolves into the proper color. these days, his hands are more accustomed to handling paper over steel, to signing off laws over swinging his blade, but there is little art in the way he must handle his work—fastidiously, meticulously, planning for every eventuality. water defies such control, and ink makes such defiances permanent, which is perhaps why he’s chosen to write a letter to you in this way.

how else to express a heart honestly than to relinquish control of it?

i wonder—

i wish—

i want—

but how to begin? he tries a dozen different times, crossing off each false start, trying to put together his thoughts into some sort of coherency. it is easier said than done, and jing yuan, for all the merits he has earned and the battles he has won, does not consider himself brave enough to speak these things out loud. if he should stumble over his words, unrefined, unbecoming of his age— if those clumsy words should somehow fly to you like birds and reach your ears—

jing yuan laughs at himself. perhaps he hasn’t yet let go of the illusion of control.

he crumples the paper and begins again, setting out a new page, grinding more of that glossy ink. he finds it difficult to explain himself to you, even more so to do it without expectation, without trying to predict your response to the confession that pours from the tip of his brush—

i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

he wonders when he fell in love with you, wishes he could pinpoint the precise moment when you began, unintentionally, to take up space in his heart. could he have stopped it? would he have, given the chance? or would he, having seen the pattern of your conquest, have simply let you advance piece by piece until he had no choice but to surrender—and look forward to that surrender if it meant you kept rewarding him with your careless smiles and unadorned camaraderie, if you kept treating him with a casual intimacy that makes a curl of pleasure and affection settle in his stomach.

the door clicks open, letting in a cool breeze and you, standing cocksure in the entryway of his office. your smile is warm as your hip checks the door closed. “looking awfully lonely in here, general,” you say, giving the room a slow once-over before resting your eyes on him. “have you come in here to take a nap?”

jing yuan sets his brush down, returns your smile with one of his own. “it’s not often that the seat of divine foresight is empty like this,” he tells you. “i thought it might give me a moment to finish a letter i had to write.”

for a moment, you look worried, as though you’ve interrupted some important business of his. but the glimmer in your eyes returns when he beckons you over, eyeing the paper that he covers up with the flat of his hand.

“top-secret luofu business?” you ask, tilting your head this way and that to try and catch a glimpse of what he’s hiding.

“something like that.”

“should i really be here, then?” you ask, before your smile slips into a grin, fingers already twitching for the piece of paper. “or are my information-sharing privileges still active? is it stellaron related? is it stellaron hunter related?”

“actually,” jing yuan admits, without really knowing why, “it’s a love letter.”

you pause, blinking rapidly, nose scrunching in confusion before a startled laugh bubbles out of you. “fine, fine,” you say, holding your hands up in surrender, “keep your secrets. i didn’t come here for that, anyway.”

“and what did you come for, illustrious trailblazer?”

“did you seriously forget?” you set your hands on the table, leaning in close until you are all he sees in his field of view. “the farewell party? to celebrate the successful containment of the stellaron? and the once-in-a-lifetime partnership between the express and the luofu?”

“it’s a long lifetime.” he hopes you don’t notice the way the words stick in his throat.

“not for all of us. so that’s why i’m here, to drag you back with me,” you say. your hand is already wrapped around his wrist, tugging him up, away from his desk. “by force if i have to.” he likes this about you, your easy manner, the way you treat him like an old friend; he likes it less that, like his old friends, you too will leave him on his own.

he doesn’t budge, gently releasing your grip on his wrist. but he doesn’t let you go either, not yet, fingers lingering in your own. it is the first time he’s held your hand, and it might be the last. “no force necessary. i’ll join you just as soon as i’m finished with my business here, so wait for me by the door.”

you huff but relent, pulling away too soon. “you work too hard,” you scold good-naturedly, “even though it always seems like you’re slacking off. are you sure i can’t convince you to jump ship for a while? the express has an extra cabin with your name on it.” your lips twitch as you fight off a laugh. “maybe you can even convince pompom to give you a whole car, oh great arbiter-general of the xianzhou luofu.”

a pang of some unnamed emotion goes through him. could it be as easy as that? to take your hand in his and say yes, say please, say i’ll follow wherever you go. he wants it to be but instead he retracts his hand, laying them over each other on his desk to stop himself from reaching for you again. “my place is here,” he says, and not beside you.

something in your gaze wavers, with sympathy or perhaps pity, he doesn't care to know which, and your voice goes soft as you step back, away from him. “right, then. i’ll wait for you outside, until you’re ready.”

his eyes follow you long after the door has closed. he looks at his letter, the ink smeared by his hand, and crumples it in his fist.

A/N: i can't stop writing for this sad, sad old man. and prob blade when more of his lore comes out.

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SET TWELVE - ROUND TWO - MATCH THREE

"The Book of Kells Folio 188r: Luke carpet page" (9th century) / "Dome of the Rock mosaics" (either 688–692 or 1955-1962)

THE BOOK OF KELLS FOLIO 188R: LUKE CARPET PAGE: Even with the way you can see the ink has worn or chipped off, there's just so much DETAIL in it. And Luke's carpet page isn't even the most intricate, but there's so much interweaving and detail work everywhere it's just. ugh. cannot imagine level of work put into it (that is a lie i have helped with illuminated pages Once) (@kaerran)

DOME OF THE ROCK MOSAICS: [no additional commentary] (anonymous)

(“The Book of Kells” is an illuminated manuscript from the 9th century, created in a Columban monastery in either Ireland or Scotland. It is on view at the Trinity College Library in Dublin and a digital version is available on their website.

The "Dome of the Rock" is located in Jerusalem and originally likely made 688–692. The Dome of the Rock is the oldest surviving work of Islamic architecture. The tilework is from seven years in the period of 1520-1566, then restored in 1874-1875 and again in 1955. It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site (as part of Old City of Jerusalem and its walls.))

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He knew that I love you also means I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

Jonathan Safran Foer; Everything is Illuminated

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