#solemnizer

[johnthestitcher]

Wedding stole I cut out and finished today. A little longer than I wanted, but I used the whole length of the fabric I bought.

[rongzhi]

(context: the person in the video is in the midst of making pilgrimage to Lhasa. The tradition is called kechangtou/磕长头 (ཕྱག་འཚལ/chak tsal; "head ceremony") Tibetan Buddhists will travel on foot from wherever they live to Lhasa, prostrating every three steps along the way. To aid in this, people making the pilgrimage will wear wooden blocks on their hands and (often leather) aprons over their clothes, which they will change or mend when the items get worn out. The person in the video is traveling with a friend. According to his account, he started his journey near the end of November 2023 and is nearly 90 days in.)

English added by me :)

[evercelle]

“The maid outfits! What’s your opinion?” Xiao feels himself going red. “My opinion is that you shouldn’t wear them.”

-- from "below the sea of clouds lies eternity (of maids)" by @merthurlin!

a collab done for xvx week 2024, day 2: maid! good luck, xiao...

[explodingstarlight]

waiting....

mom said it's my turn to make fanart of @somerandomdudelmao 's ol' wizard

i can't express how many times I listened to this song on loop while drawing

andddd a bonus close-up & a version with wraps that I totally didn't forget to add before now haha,,

[alfheimr]

OP collection

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Thomas Brock (1847-1922) "Eve" (1900) Marble

[toughpaperround]

You just know that Captain Bobby Nash has never managed to officiate a wedding and it's been bugging him ever since he got sworn in.

He was hoping someone(s) from the A-shift would provide... now fingers crossed...

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

I am the only one who still thinks how when Miles went away on the train this was Gwen's face?

Despite everything that happened there, she is looking at him flying away as if she has lost her breath.

I utterly adore how down bad she is.

[ahkaraii]

[boylikeanangel]

gossip girl trent crimm™️ strikes again<3

[grandpakronos]

i love "rip pjo character you would've loved blank album" because like??? they would be alive for that??? theyd be like thirty why are they dead help????

[fisheito]

how it feels to read chapter 14 but still have to do event dailies afterwards

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

This is a classic for me. I’ve been meaning to draw for it.

[fakemichaelsheen]

aziraphale: *deep in thought*

maggie: penny for your thoughts, mr. fell?

aziraphale, looks up: hmm? oh, sorry, maggie. I was just thinking about… *pauses* well, it doesn’t matter

maggie, pats his arm: can I give you some advice?

aziraphale, curious: yes, please

maggie, smiles: go for it. grab the bull by the horns, don’t waste another second *glances at the back room* he worships you, you know

aziraphale, stunned: wha- he does?

maggie, rolls her eyes: oh, come off it. don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way he looks at you. he’s besotted

crowley, leaving the back room, carrying tea: you have far too much sugar, angel *puts the cup and plate of ginger nuts on the table* literally the worst taste in biscuits ever

aziraphale: *staring*

crowley, looking between them: what?

maggie, smug: we were just talking about mr fell’s not-so-secret admirer. you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, mr. crowley?

crowley, scoffs, sweating: what? no. why would I know anything? or care even. because I don’t. know…or care, even

aziraphale, thinking: I suppose now that I think about it I had an idea. but it’s so preposterous! *chuckles self-consciously* why would someone like him go for…well, me

crowley, sarcastic: yeeeah who wants someone funny, charming, irritatingly kind and disgustingly cute to spend their life with? *shakes his head* they’d be an idiot not to want you, angel

maggie: *smiling*

aziraphale, shakes his head: even so I cannot see myself and gabriel in a relationship. I must let him down gently *leaves*

crowley: …

maggie, tapping her chin: I mean, he’s an idiot, sure, but you’re in love with him so I don’t know who the biggest loser is here

crowley, depressed: oh, it’s definitely me

[katakaluptastrophy]

Can we talk about Juno Zeta?

You're living the dream, Master Archivist of the Sixth House. The Archaeology department hates you. The secretaries love you. Your son has risen to the very top of the absolutely unproblematic meritocracy of the House to become Master Warden. Sure, you treated him as a colleague when he was 7 too, but this is much more intellectually satisfying and much better for your publication record (suck it, Archeo). You sit on the Oversight Body, making decisions for the 3 million strong House of the Sixth.

Then the Master Warden gets summoned by god to become a Lyctor. (No civilian has seen a Lyctor for thousands of years. But the information you do have speaks of astonishing power. Are you intrigued? Do you regard it as an even more stellar opportunity for the Master Warden? Do Lyctors have access to interesting material for the archives? Does the possibility of your son becoming an immortal finger and gesture of god ever feel strange?)

A few months later, some fragments come back in a box. There's nothing left of Camilla at all. No one will tell you anything. Every House but the Third and the Ninth has lost its head or heir (the poor girl your son loved is dead. You're never going to get another overly-formal letter from the Fifth begging for Lyctoral documents from your archive.)

Then the Master Warden makes contact from beyond the grave to tell you that the saintly founder of your House left a plan in place in case it ever became necessary to betray god. He tells you why god should be betrayed.

Suddenly, the Oversight Body has to make a decision. To take your home and 3 million people away from the Dominicus System (away from its thanergetic soil, no more necromancers will ever be born). To break the contract of tenderness made on the day of the Resurrection. Do you have time to call back your soldiers in the Cohort? Do you have to leave them behind? Has the Oversight Body ever felt unanimously about something before? And how frank can you be with the House? You have visiting scholars from almost every House, and who knows where the Bureau have eyes and ears.

There are calculations to make. How to transport a whole House? How do you work out that it takes five hundred and thirty-two obselisks? That there are deleterious effects past five hundred and sixty? How do you find a stele that would anchor such a big thanergy transition? (Only the Fifth make stele. Do you try to do it yourselves? Who do you trust on the Fifth to help with that? Is that why Kester Cinque left Koniortos?)

The Master Warden, who is dead, lives inside the body of Camilla, who is not. He picks you - in your capacity as Master Archivist - to be one of the negotiators. How do you integrate 3 million people into a completely alien society with whom your people have been at war for millennia? How does negotiating with terrorists feel compared to academic committees?

What happens then? One day you just...lose it? The sun rises too bright and too blue and you are in agony, unconnected from yourself, screaming and writhing. And when the thing in the sky is at its furthest orbit from you, in some exhausted moment of clarity, you nearly kill yourself using necromancy to restore your sanity. You blind yourself. Do you think beyond that moment? As someone who deals in documents and artefacts and forms in triplicate, do you mourn your sight alongside everything else you have lost? Your son, your home, your god, your sanity...

And now you are a hostage. Sixteen of you in the back of a sweltering truck, held at gunpoint, always moving. The only thing keeping you alive is the possibility of selling you back to the empire that you've betrayed. Your captors have signed a 'no torture' clause, and perhaps they do stick to that. You're needed for providing proof of life and are probably better off than most. But it's too hot, there's not enough water, you can't see, and the only way out is either that the Master Warden gives Blood of Eden a Lyctor or being released to the mercies of the Kindly Prince. You sit in the dark and do mental maths with each other to stay sane.

Somehow, the Master Warden has done it. Without a Lyctor, he's turned his own cell commander against her fellows and you have been released. Most of the Oversight Body can't even walk out of the truck without help. But you're free, and the Master Warden - now in the stolen body of a Lyctor's cavalier - has the sort of mad scheme only he could come up with. Those mental maths will come in handy. The cell commander isn't bad either...

You can't see your son die again (the last time he speaks to you, from that borrowed body, he calls you 'mum' instead of 'Master Archivist'). But you can smell Camilla’s flesh burn. Perhaps the Commander, holding your arm, describes it to you. You follow this new person, your child, now something else, back into the truck where you were held captive and watch as they drive it into the River.

The Tomb is open. Your child is part of a being of strange and unimaginable power. The House Formerly Known as Sixth is on the other side of the universe. You are on the Ninth with a dead cavalier in the body of her necromancer, the Emperor’s construct, legions of demons, and a very mysterious dog...

Anyway, I'm very excited to see what havoc Juno gets to cause in ATN. She's there to be snarky, do psychometry, and be a romanceable MILF. Let her yell at god. And for goodness sake, let her get some peace at the end.

[mikuni14]

Yeo Woon when he's especially cute:

+ bonus: confused Yeo Woon doing that cute little trot on the crosswalk 😄