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📷 PARLER À UN MUR TALK TO A WALL Arles Juillet 2017 / July 2017

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Chapter 16: In the Shadow of the Dread Wolf

I’m eagerly rewriting As the Moon Rises, which was originally written back in 2017, in anticipation of Dragon Age: Veilguard, channeling my excitement into refining the story. Summary: Isera Lavellan, at her mother’s behest, is sent to assist her twin brother, Banreas—the Inquisitor—in his mission to stop a force determined to bring about the world’s end. Together, they uncover long-buried secrets of their shared family history while Isera finds herself drawn to a mysterious non-Dalish elven mage whose knowledge of her heritage runs far deeper than she could have imagined. As the stakes rise, Isera must navigate this dangerous journey of discovery, where the past holds as much peril as the looming threats of the present. Solas x F!Lavellan.

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Three times, they ventured through the eluvian from the Winter Palace, each journey drawing them deeper into a forgotten past. Each time, Isera uncovered another codex, each one slipping quietly into her possession. She never told the others. The voices from the Well of Sorrows whispered incessantly, urging her to wait, to keep the knowledge secret until the time was right.

Their most recent journey led them underground, to the ruins of an ancient elven library. This place was harder for Isera to leave. The library had once thrived, interwoven with the Fade itself, a wellspring of elven history now in shambles. So much knowledge had been lost here, and the weight of it pressed on her chest. Her heart ached as she wandered through the dusty shelves, running her fingers over the spines of forgotten tomes.

In true form, she couldn’t resist—her hands moved quickly, gathering as many of the ancient books as she could carry. Old habits. She had spent years collecting from places of knowledge, whether it be for her own survival or personal gain. This felt different, though. This was not just for her.

"We must find the past to protect the future. Only then will we grow," her mother's voice echoed faintly in her mind, a haunting reminder of the legacy she was meant to uphold.

Banreas forces a smile through the pain, his mark glowing faintly even though he tries to hide it. He bends down, scooping Sora and Veira into his arms, kissing their heads as they babble excitedly. For a brief moment, the weight of his burden seems to lift.

“Uncle!” they squeal, wrapping their small arms around his neck. Their joy is a temporary relief, but his eyes quickly find Isera, who sits quietly, watching him. She can see it—the strain, the exhaustion in his movements. He can no longer pretend the mark isn’t worsening.

Isera’s hands tighten in her lap, magic swirling faintly at her fingertips, a reminder of the power she struggles to contain. She wasn’t Solas. Solas had been the one who could control the mark all those years ago, but now, with him gone, she was left to manage as best she could. But it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t enough.

The twins chatter happily as they play on the floor, unaware of the weight hanging in the air. Banreas rises slowly, his expression shifting back to something more serious as he approaches her.

“How bad?” she asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

Banreas waves a hand dismissively, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Arl Teagan and Cyril have been informed. They know what’s coming.” He pauses, glancing at the girls before lowering his voice. “It’s getting worse, Isera. We need to find a way—soon.”

Isera nods, her heart sinking. She looks back at her daughters, their laughter echoing through the room. The thought of them growing up without their uncle—it was too much to bear.

“We are about to go through again. We are close to stopping the qunari. Will you come?” Banreas asks, his eyes lingering on his nieces as they play together, their laughter a brief respite from the looming danger. Isera hesitates, her heart torn between her duty and the fear for her daughters’ safety. She watches them, so innocent and unaware of the threat lurking just beyond these walls.

She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision settle on her shoulders. “They are safe here,” she says, more to convince herself than anything. “I will come.” She stands, her movements stiff with the pain of leaving them behind. It feels like a betrayal, but she knows she can’t turn away from the fight. Not now.

Isera turns to the elven servant, her voice softer. “Perhaps the girls need more friends to play with while I’m away?” she offers, hoping to ease some of the guilt gnawing at her.

The servant looks up, a kind smile on her face. “Of course, my Lady. I will send for our favorites. They always seem to brighten the little ones’ spirits.”

Isera smiles faintly in return, though her heart remains heavy. She kneels down, pulling Sora and Veira into her arms, holding them tightly for a moment. “Be good, my loves,” she whispers, kissing their foreheads. The girls giggle, unaware of the storm brewing around them.

She pulls them closer, their small bodies warm and comforting against her. “Maeme will be back soon,” Isera whispers softly, her lips brushing against their foreheads as she leans in for a final kiss. The twins, too young to understand the weight of her words, simply grin up at her with that innocent, unburdened joy that only children possess. They quickly turn, chasing after the nugs with squeals of delight.

Isera inhales deeply, forcing herself to hold back the tears that sting at the corners of her eyes. The sound of their laughter echoes in the room, pulling at her heart as she steels herself for what lies ahead.

Nodding to herself, as if drawing strength from the moment, she turns and walks out of the room, leaving behind the soft giggles of her daughters that now feel like the most precious sound in the world.

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Isera grips the edge of the tower for balance, her vision blurring as she stares at the mural before her. The image of Fen’harel, with the note tacked beside it, sends a sharp chill through her.

… believed to be a self-portrait of Fen’harel. 

The words echo in her mind like a cruel whisper. She shakes her head in disbelief, her heart pounding beneath the layers of her armor.

"No..." she breathes, her voice trembling. Everything begins to fall into place—the codices she had uncovered, the cryptic words, the endless nights spent replaying their time together in her mind. It’s as if a veil has been lifted, and the truth is suffocating.

Her hand instinctively reaches up, trembling as she presses it against her chest where the jawbone necklace Solas once wore rests beneath her armor. He feels closer than he has in years, as if his presence is lingering around her, haunting her. The realization twists in her stomach, making her feel as though the ground beneath her feet is crumbling away.

"Is?" Banreas' voice cuts through the fog in her mind, calling from below. "Did you find anything?"

Isera quickly pulls her hand away from the necklace, forcing herself to remain steady. She shakes her head, swallowing the panic that threatens to rise. "No, sorry." The lie slips out smoothly, though her voice is tight. "There’s nothing else here. Let’s move further."

She casts one last glance at the mural, her chest aching, her head spinning with the weight of the truth she now carries alone. The voices within her confirm what she already fears, but she can’t—won’t—tell Banreas. Not yet. Her heart, once full of warmth at the thought of him, now feels heavy with the unbearable knowledge of who Solas truly is.

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Isera’s heart pounds in her chest, each beat a reminder of how little time they have. The chaotic energy of the mark ripples through Banreas, sending violent discharges of raw magic into the air. She barely manages to shield them both, the strain of maintaining her barriers evident in her trembling arms. The Saarebas, wild with Dragon’s Breath, roars in agony, but she knows the only way to end this is through the Fade itself.

"Banreas, I’m sorry," Isera mutters, her voice tight with desperation as she rushes behind him. His body is heavy, weakened by the unstable mark. She catches his weight, her hand gripping his tightly as she channels her own magic into the mark, her connection to the Fade pulsing between them.

The Fade tears open at her command, a gaping maw of swirling, shimmering energy. The Saarebas howls one last time before being consumed, its form unraveling as it is swallowed by the ethereal void. But the victory is short-lived. Isera’s skin burns as the magic surges uncontrollably through her and Banreas, the mark feeding off their very life force.

She gasps, feeling the scorching pain of magic scorching her palm, but she pushes through it, her focus solely on her brother. Banreas collapses, his body limp in her arms as the mark continues to drain him. His eyes, half-lidded and dazed, meet hers with confusion and exhaustion.

“We have to go,” she commands, her voice breaking as she hoists him up, forcing him to his feet despite her own fatigue. "We have to save him!" Her plea is raw, a mixture of determination and fear, the fire in her voice unwavering even as her body protests.

Isera isn’t sure if her desperate plea is meant for her brother, lying weak in her arms, or for Solas—the one who had vanished from her life but never from her thoughts. The guilt gnaws at her, twisting like a knife in her gut. It’s as if, in trying to save Banreas from the mark that threatens to consume him, she is also reaching for the ghost of a man who left her behind.

The shame settles like a weight on her chest, each step she takes dragging her down, as if the truth she’s been avoiding is finally breaking free. The echoes of her own guilt and the compulsion of the voices blur together, leaving her unsure of where her duty to her brother ends and her unresolved pain over Solas begins.

Banreas stumbles, leaning heavily against her, his strength nearly gone. His eyes flutter, trying to focus, but the pain and exhaustion are overwhelming him. Still, Isera refuses to let him fall. ‘Not here. Not like this.’ She won’t lose him—not to the mark, not to the Fade, not today.

“Isera…” Banreas groans, his legs barely holding him as she pulls him along. He’s a dead weight, and she’s fighting her own exhaustion, feeling every pulse of the mark as it surges with unstable energy. They stumble through the eluvian, the mirror sealing behind them with a shimmer of magic.

"Please..." Isera whispers, desperation lacing her voice as she drags him up the hill. Each step is heavier than the last, her limbs screaming in protest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but something stronger than exhaustion drives her forward. Solas. She can hear him, his voice clear in her mind, beckoning her, taunting her.

Banreas stumbles beside her, the glow from his mark flaring out of control. He’s barely conscious now, muttering incoherently as his legs give way. Isera catches him, but it’s like trying to hold back a storm with a flimsy shield. The mark—it’s going to kill him.’ She can feel it, the wild magic sparking in his veins, surging dangerously toward release.

She forces herself onward, her eyes locked on Solas. He stands on the ridge, impassive, not even turning as he turns the Viddasala into stone with a mere flick of his hand. Cold. Detached. As if all of this—the destruction, the chaos, even her—meant nothing.

“Ban!” Isera gasps as her brother finally collapses, the mark on his hand blazing with uncontrollable energy. ‘Solas, help him!’ The thought burns in her mind, but she can’t say it aloud. Not after everything. She grits her teeth, trying once again to rein in the power coursing through Banreas’s arm, her own hand trembling from the strain. The magic sears through her, hot and painful, but she refuses to let go.

Solas turns, walking toward them with calm purpose, his expression unreadable. With a simple clench of his fist, the mark stops sparking, the violent magic dissipating into nothing. Isera clutches her brother as he passes out, his body finally giving in to exhaustion and pain. Her heart pounds in her chest, torn between fear and overwhelming relief.

Solas kneels beside her, his presence strangely soothing yet haunting. "He will wake in a few minutes," he says softly, his voice steady. His gaze meets hers, and a gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I suspect you have questions."

Isera grips Banreas tighter, the weight of everything crashing down on her. “I know…” she whispers, her eyes locked onto his. Her voice is firm, but her body betrays her, trembling. "You are Fen’harel. You are the Dread Wolf."

His eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, though a trace of sadness lingers in his eyes. "Well done." He smiles, but there is no joy in it. Only regret. “I was Solas first. Fen’harel came later—an insult, a name I took as a badge of pride. The Dread Wolf inspired hope in my friends and fear in my enemies." He chuckles lightly, but it’s a hollow sound. "Not unlike the Inquisitor, I suppose." He glances down at Banreas, as if seeing another piece of himself in Isera's brother.

Tears brim in Isera's eyes, her voice breaking as she speaks. "The Dalish…they were wrong. The tales of you—they’re all wrong. Solas, you are a hero."

Solas looks at her, and the pain that flashes across his face is undeniable. His features soften, and for a moment, he looks far older than he ever did before. "Those are fragments," he says quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Fragments to give me more credit than I ever deserved."

Isera tries to suppress the crushing sense of betrayal swelling in her chest. “If you had just told me…” she whispers, her voice trembling with pain. Yet, deep down, she knows the truth—if Solas had revealed his identity earlier, she isn’t sure how she would have reacted. Would she have believed him? Could she have accepted it?

Solas lowers his head, sorrow etched across his face. “Then you would carry the same burden I do,” he replies, his voice soft but heavy with regret.

“I want to… ma ghilana, vhenan,” Isera cries, her fingers gripping tightly around his wrist. Her heart aches, and in a fleeting moment, images of their children flash before her eyes—Sora and Viera, the life they could have had together. She refuses to release her hold on his gauntlet.

Solas meets her gaze, his own eyes filled with an impossible sadness. “I wish it could be, vhenan,” he whispers, his free hand covering hers, the weight of his words like a dagger in her heart.

Banreas stirs in her lap, groaning as he regains consciousness. Still dazed, he slowly rises to his knees, glancing down at the now-stabilized mark on his hand. "What happened?" he asks, his voice groggy and confused.

Isera takes a deep breath, her hand slipping away from Solas as she links it with her brother’s, grounding herself. “Solas is the Dread Wolf, brother,” she whispers, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. The truth sits heavy between them all, like the final stroke in a tale far too long in the making.

Banreas blinks in confusion, his gaze shifting between Solas and Isera, trying to make sense of it all. Solas confirms what Isera had told him, recounting his role in their world’s undoing. He explains how he created the Veil, locking away the false gods, and how in doing so, he had unwittingly destroyed the very essence of the elves he sought to protect. His new goal, he reveals, is to remove the Veil and return the world to what it once was.

Solas stands, stepping away from them, his back turned as if distancing himself from the weight of his own admission.

Banreas, still kneeling beside Isera, wipes dirt from his hands with a sharp exhale. His expression shifts, exhaustion mingling with an incredulous irritation and exhaustion. His brow arches as he mutters sarcastically, “Of course, you had children with Fen’harel. Why wouldn’t you?”

The dryness in his tone is matched by a sharp side-eye toward Isera, as if the entire situation is too absurd to be real, too overwhelming to even process properly. His biting remark lingers in the air, cutting through the tension with a mix of disbelief and bitterness.

Before he can say another word, Isera lets out a shriek and instinctively smacks him on the back of the head. Banreas rubs the back of his head, muttering a curse under his breath as he steps away from Isera, still not fully believing the absurdity of the situation.

Solas spins around, yet remains rooted in place, his eyes locked on Isera, wide with a flurry of emotions that she can barely register—shock, fear, concern… and something else she can’t quite place. His usually composed expression crumbles in an instant. “What?” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper. “Children?” Solas breathes out, his voice cracking slightly, as if the word itself was something too fragile to exist. His expression is a whirlwind of disbelief and, to Isera's surprise, something close to joy.

Isera’s heart pounds in her chest, the steady rhythm of her pulse deafening in her ears. This moment—this impossible, sudden moment—had never been part of her plan. She had fantasized about telling him, about how it might unfold, but nothing in her imagination could have prepared her for this.

Her eyes are wide, still locked on Solas. He stands frozen, shock and confusion written on his face, his earlier calm unraveling with each passing second. She can see the emotions warring behind his eyes—fear, concern, happiness—all tangled in a web of uncertainty.

Isera opens her mouth to speak but no sound comes out at first. The weight of the revelation is almost too much. Finally, she forces the words past her lips, her voice barely a whisper, “Y-yes… children.”

Solas blinks, staring at her in disbelief. “Children?” His voice trembles, as if even uttering the word threatens to break whatever fragile control he has left.

Isera swallows hard, her throat tight with emotion. “I… I tried to find you… to tell you.” Her words waver as she pushes herself to her feet, body trembling with anxiety and fear. Every movement feels like a monumental effort. She takes a shaky breath. “But I couldn’t reach you.” Isera whispers, her voice cracking under the strain. The truth had clawed at her for years, and now it hung in the air between them, fragile yet undeniable. She feels exposed, her vulnerability laid bare as she stands before him, every inch of her shaking. Solas doesn’t speak, but the look in his eyes says more than words ever could.

For the first time in what feels like ages, Solas is speechless, eyes locked onto her as if struggling to comprehend the gravity of what she’s just revealed. Solas doesn’t move. He simply stares at her in silence, absorbing the revelation, but she can see the depth of his turmoil—the battle between his longing and the weight of his mission.

The mirror behind Solas ripples, and Isera's eyes narrow in suspicion as a figure steps out from the swirling magic. She cranes her head to look past Solas, heart pounding in sudden alarm. ‘Is this his plan?’ she wonders, dread pooling in her gut. ‘Has he brought reinforcements to kill us?’ 

The figure saunters forward with a graceful, deliberate ease, their voice breaking through Isera’s thoughts, soft and lilting. “It has been too long since I have seen you both.” Isera’s breath catches in her throat. The voice… it’s too familiar, too impossible. She stares into the glowing blue-golden eyes of the figure approaching them, disbelief washing over her like a wave.

“Mother?” Banreas's voice breaks the silence, full of disbelief as he looks at the woman who steps forward, her presence commanding and ethereal. Eludysia smiles, and the warmth in her expression is unmistakable. “Hello, my son.” She halts a few steps before Solas, her eyes flickering with recognition as if no time had passed.

Isera feels her stomach churn. The woman before her is not the mother she left in Rivain, the small, wise healer hunched over ancient tomes, her hands worn from decades of grinding herbs. That woman had been frail, her curly, gray-streaked hair framing a face marked by time and study. She had once joked that the silver strands in her hair were threads of wisdom earned from years of learning.

But this woman—this version of Eludysia—was different. She stood tall, proud, with a statuesque frame. Her dark, curly hair, now free of gray, cascaded down her back, long and vibrant. Her blue-golden eyes shimmered with ancient knowledge, glinting with an otherworldly glee. Resting upon her brow was an ornate dragon’s skull, enchanted and powerful.

Solas steps aside, his head slightly bowed, his posture guarded as Eludysia approached. Confusion echoed in his usually composed gaze, a rare break in his carefully maintained stoicism. For once, even he did not have the answers.

“What…?” Solas mutters, echoing the bewilderment coursing through the moment. There was a chorus of confusion shared between him, Isera, and Banreas. None of them had expected this.

Eludysia, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the mystery of her presence. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she turned her gaze to Solas. "You have always been prideful, Dread Wolf. So arrogant that you did not even sense the old blood flowing through their veins," she teased, her voice laced with amusement, enjoying the rare moment where Solas was caught off guard.

Solas scowled, his brows knitting tightly. The tension in the air grew palpable, as if even the Fade held its breath, waiting for the truth to unravel.

Isera’s head shook in disbelief. “Old blood? You’re lying,” she snapped, her voice sharp with denial. “That’s not possible. I would remember. We would remember!” Her gaze darted to Banreas, still on his knees, weakened and equally stunned. His expression mirrored hers—confusion and uncertainty written across his face.

Eludysia sighed, her smile fading as she looked at Isera with something akin to regret. “You were five when the Veil began tearing our world apart,” she began softly. “I did what I had to, took us into a deep slumber as the Veil was torn. Your memory is fragmented, like broken shards of a mirror.”

Isera shakes her head vehemently, refusing to accept the implications of her mother’s words. “If what you’re saying is true, then Banreas would be a mage, and we would be immortal,” she counters, her voice laced with desperation, clinging to logic as though it were the last anchor holding her reality together.

Eludysia frowns, her expression softening with a sadness that runs deep. “You are immortal, Isera. You’ve always been connected to the Fade. That connection remains, though part of your power is locked behind the Veil,” she explains, her voice a gentle rebuke against Isera's denial. Then, a thoughtful hum escapes her lips. “It would have been better if you had borne the mark. It was never meant for a mortal…” Her gaze shifts to Banreas, who is still kneeling, worn and struggling under the weight of the revelations.

Turning to him, Eludysia’s voice wavers, guilt evident in her tone. “Your lack of magical ability and immortality is my fault, my son.” Her words are heavy with regret. “Banreas, you were not blessed with the same gift as your sister. When the Veil was tearing the world apart, I was injured and dying. I did not have the strength, the energy to protect us all during our slumber… I failed you,” she confesses, her voice breaking, pain seeping into each word. “I’m sorry.”

Isera’s heart pounded, a distant pain flickering in the edges of her mind, memories just out of reach. “A slumber?” she whispered, her voice shaky, as if testing the words. Her mind raced with questions, with possibilities she couldn’t quite grasp.

The tension in the air grows thick as Eludysia’s sorrowful gaze turns to Solas, her regret transforming into a sharp glare. “Did you not tell her of the ability she possesses? Or were you too blind to make that connection yourself?” Her words are a biting accusation, her tone sharp and filled with reproach as she directs her ire at the Dread Wolf.

Solas’s eyes darkened, unreadable emotions swirling beneath his calm facade, but his silence spoke volumes. Whatever Eludysia had revealed had shaken even him. Solas’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t immediately respond. He meets her glare, though his eyes betray the burden of knowledge he carries.

Solas pulls back slightly, his gaze narrowing with interest as he processes Eludysia’s words. “She’s an i've'an'amelan? A protector of the Fade?” The disbelief in his voice is palpable, his expression a mixture of surprise and incredulity. “That is impossible. They... didn’t survive. I determined that the separation between the two worlds caused their minds to collapse. They were more intrinsically connected to the Fade than almost any other.”

Eludysia shrugs dismissively, her glare unwavering. “Those who entered uthenera survived, Dread Wolf.” Her tone is sharp, tinged with a scorn that hasn’t faded with time. “Isera is untrained, yes, but the blood of protectors flows through her veins. Their father was the best of them, and he died trying to stop the horror you caused.” Her words slice through the air, dripping with resentment as she continues to glare at him, the bitterness of old wounds resurfacing.

“If only you had waited—asked for help…” She shakes her head, her voice laden with a sorrow that has never healed. The memory of the past seems to grip her tightly, and for a moment, there is a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. “You might not have torn everything apart.”

Solas bows his head under the weight of her accusation, his expression betraying the guilt he still carries. The memory stirs something deep within him, a regret that has lingered for millennia, now brought to the forefront by Eludysia's words.

Eludysia looks around, her expression calming as she regains her composure. “I predicted we would need as many i've'an'amelan as possible when we awoke to restore what was lost,” she continues, her voice more measured now. She glances at Solas before focusing on Isera. “Surely, your memories have been returning since you began wearing the circlet?”

Isera’s fingers instinctively reach for the circlet resting on her head. “How do you know about that?” she demands, a knot of distrust tightening in her chest. She’s not ready to believe what she’s hearing—this revelation about her bloodline, her past, her mother’s role in it all.

Eludysia’s laughter breaks the tension, a knowing sound that only makes Isera more uneasy. Her hands rest confidently on her hips, head cocked to one side as she regards her daughter. “Child, how do you think the Inquisition agents found it in the first place?” She shakes her head, bemused. “It was mine. I am a high priestess of Mythal.” The weight of her words presses down on Isera, the reality of what her mother is saying sinking in deeper.

Isera blinks, her mind reeling as she covers her face with her hands. Everything feels too overwhelming—the father of her children is Fen’harel, her mother a high priestess of Mythal, and they are not just elves, but elvhen—one of the ancients. It’s too much, and the weight of these revelations presses down on her like a suffocating fog.

Eludysia, with a serene smile, turns away from Solas and approaches Isera’s children, her arms open wide. “Children, I want you to come with us,” she says warmly, her voice filled with a strange, eerie calm. “You are one of us. You need to help.”

Isera notices Solas stiffen, his eyes narrowing into slits. Though he says nothing, his silent fury is palpable, his body taut as if ready to strike. The tension in the air thickens as Eludysia continues, oblivious—or perhaps uncaring—of Solas’s reaction.

Banreas lets out a sudden, boisterous laugh, a mix of disbelief and pain. “I am not one of you,” he declares, his voice weak but defiant. “This is my world. There are other ways to restore what was lost, but not… not that.” His words are gritted through clenched teeth, and Isera can see the mark on his hand throbbing more violently. Time is running out for him.

Isera lowers her hands and shakes her head firmly, but her emotions churn in a storm of guilt, regret, and desire. Torn between the pull of her past—her love for Solas, the revelations of her heritage, and the call to join her mother—and the fierce bond she has with her daughters, she feels herself fracturing.

Her voice is steady, but the weight of her inner conflict is clear. “Your plan to restore your world could kill my daughters—and I will not leave my children.” The words leave her lips with a determined finality, though inside, the turmoil rages. She cannot deny that had she not borne her daughters, the path before her would be different. Without them, she would follow her mother into this ancient cause, or chase after Solas, the Dread Wolf, to the ends of Thedas. But now, with her daughters, she feels an inescapable tether to this life—a bond stronger than any temptation from the past.

Eludysia frowns, her eyebrows raising in surprise, unaware of the recent offspring. “You...had children?” Her voice carries a hint of confusion and hurt. The realization washes over her as she sighs, nodding in understanding, though the glimmer of disappointment in her eyes betrays her emotions. It is clear this revelation shifts her perspective, a complication she hadn't anticipated.

Solas exhales sharply, cutting through the moment with a tone of urgency. “This is my burden,” he declares with resolve, his gaze hardening. “You should be concerned about your Inquisition. You halted the Qunari forces, but their perception of your involvement is...complicated.” He pauses, eyes narrowing as he explains the fallout. “The Qunari believed the Inquisition was working for me. With luck, you may have a few years of peace before the consequences of that assumption catch up with you.” His words carry the weight of the conflict still to come, a reminder that while they may have slowed the Qunari, the storm is far from over.

Solas’s words slice through the air, heavy with both revelation and consequence. "Do you want to know how I uncovered the Qunari plot? The one I disrupted by leading them to your doorstep?" His gaze sharpens as he continues. "My spies in the Inquisition tripped over their spies. The elven guard who intercepted the servant carrying the Gatlok barrel? Mine."

Banreas, visibly frustrated and struggling with the weight of the situation, speaks up with impatience lacing his voice, “And now you control all of the eluvian?”

Solas nods, his expression unreadable. “Yes. Do you remember Briala from Halamshiral? She controlled them for a time, but only partially. The Qunari stumbled upon this network independently.”

Isera stands frozen, her heart pounding as she watches Solas kneel beside her brother, his expression a mask of dread. She recalls the offer from Briala regarding the elven fortress in the Dales. The memory of the proposal, once burdened with political weight, now fills her with an unexpected sense of relief. The fortress had been a gamble, a risk laden with uncertainty, but in this moment, she is grateful she accepted it.

Banreas winces, the mark on his arm glowing dangerously, sending erratic bolts of magic spiraling upward. He grunts, his body dragged helplessly by the surging power of the anchor, which pulses and burns like a living thing.

"And this anchor?" Banreas grits through his teeth, raising his trembling arm. "It's getting worse." Solas’s face hardens, shadows of guilt and sorrow crossing his features. “I know, my friend,” he whispers, his voice low, full of pain. “And we are running out of time.”

The magic surges again, a burst of chaotic energy shooting from the mark, forcing Banreas to the ground with a groan. Solas reaches down, his hand hovering over the mark, but it’s clear even his ancient knowledge and power are strained by the destructive force at play.

“The mark was never meant for a mortal,” Solas murmurs, his voice weighed with regret. “It will eventually kill you. Drawing you here gave me the chance to save you… at least for now.”

Isera feels her throat tighten, her hands clenching at her sides as she watches the scene unfold, helpless. Solas’s words echo in her mind: ‘save you... at least for now’. The reality of what they were up against was becoming clearer with every flare of the mark, and every moment, the truth solidified—there was no escaping what Solas had set into motion.

“Solas, var lath ver suledin, ma vhenan!” Isera pleads, her voice trembling as she rushes toward him, latching onto his arm. Her desperation is palpable, clinging to the hope that her words might somehow sway him. Solas looks down at her, his face etched with pain and sorrow, but he remains silent, burdened by the weight of his decision.

Banreas cries out again, the mark flaring violently as his body convulses. The destructive magic surges through him, threatening to consume what is left. Solas’s eyes glow with ancient power, and the mark begins to fade, piece by piece, as the magic is reabsorbed into the Fade. Banreas’ hand slowly vanishes, dissolving into nothingness, leaving only the scars of the battle he never asked for.

Solas steps closer to Isera, his hand trembling as he gently brushes a strand of hair away from her tear-streaked face. “Ma vhenan...”he whispers, his voice barely audible, laden with sorrow. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, a fleeting moment of tenderness amid the chaos. “Ar ame ir abelas” he breathes, his forehead resting against hers as her silent sobs escape. I am so sorry. 

Isera clings to him, her heart breaking as she fights to hold onto the moment, but Solas gently pulls away. She resists, her fingers tightening around his arm, refusing to let go. “Vya isalan na,” she whispers through her tears, her voice cracking with the weight of her grief. They need you.

Solas hesitates, his gaze filled with regret and an unbearable sadness. He gives her one last sorrowful look, full of everything he cannot say, before turning away. He still doesn’t answer, leaving Isera standing there, alone with her pain, as he walks into the shadows of the Fade.

Isera reluctantly lets go of his arm, her fingers brushing the fabric as he walks away, never turning back. His posture is rigid, shoulders squared as he stands by the eluvian, waiting for Eludysia to join him.

Eludysia pauses, turning to face her children with a serene smile, her palms open in a gesture of warmth. "I am proud of you both. You’ve done the People proud," she says softly before stepping toward Solas.

Isera watches them disappear into the shimmering surface of the mirror. Her heart wrenches as the eluvian fades to gray, the magic dissolving until it is nothing but a mirror and stone once more. She fights the overwhelming urge to chase after them, feeling as though a part of her has followed them through the eluvian.

---

Banreas brought the Inquisition to an end that night with a bold, decisive act. He let the heavy tome—symbolic of their authority—fall to the floor with a resounding thud that echoed through the chamber. The weight of the gesture was impossible to ignore, causing an immediate ripple of shock among the gathered nobility. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as the room stirred in disbelief, eyes following Banreas as he turned and strode out without a word, leaving a trail of confusion and uncertainty in his wake.

However, Banreas was certain of one thing—his decision to disband the Inquisition was a calculated effort to keep corruption at bay. The organization had grown too large, too entangled in the political webs of Orlais and Ferelden. By scaling it down, he could prevent the rot from spreading further. But there was another, more personal reason behind his choice. Hidden beneath the official rhetoric, Banreas harbored a quiet resolve: a smaller, more focused group could be better equipped to stop Solas before his plans came to fruition.

Isera swiftly maneuvers through the sea of murmuring nobles following the abrupted announcement, her eyes locking on Briala, who stands apart from the chaos with a watchful, detached gaze. As Isera approaches, Briala’s brows rise in mild surprise, but a knowing glint lights her eyes.

“We must meet, sooner than expected,” Isera says, her voice low but firm, glancing briefly over her shoulder at the unfolding commotion.

Briala's lips curve into a subtle smile, one of understanding and anticipation. “Indeed,” she responds softly, her tone laced with the unspoken intricacies of their shared plans. Without further words, Briala nods and turns gracefully, slipping away from the court like a shadow, leaving Isera to linger a moment longer before following suit.

---

The Inquisition members returned to Skyhold under the cover of night, and despite their late arrival, the downsizing began almost immediately. The halls that once echoed with purpose were now eerily quiet, as if the heart of the Inquisition had already begun to fade.

Isera cradled Sora against her chest, the child's soft breathing a comfort in the stillness. Veira, however, remained wide awake, her little hands gripping at her mother’s tunic as they made their way back to the clinic. Exhaustion pulled at Isera’s every step, her body heavy with the weight of the past few days. Upon reaching the clinic, she sighed deeply, locking the door behind her for a moment of reprieve.

The clinic, so familiar and usually safe, now feels foreign. As she turned to head upstairs, something caught her eye—aged, unfamiliar books placed haphazardly on her potion desk. She had seen these kinds of tomes before—old, powerful, and dangerous. Isera froze, her heart skipping a beat. These weren’t hers, they weren’t the ones she brought back from the crossroads, nor were they anything she had ever seen within the Inquisition's collection. The leather spines, worn and cracked with age, whispered of secrets long hidden, and her pulse quickened with suspicion.

Her chest tightens as she ascends the stairs, gripping Veira's small hand. “Come, Veira,” she urged softly, guiding her daughter up the steps, a growing unease settling in her chest as memories of the eluvian resurfaced in her mind. She couldn’t shake the image of the eluvian in the prayer room from her mind. Solas had walked through one, gone in an instant. Could another threat have followed in his wake? Her heart pounds louder, as if to warn her of unseen dangers lurking.

"Come, Veira," she whispers again, her voice steady but her thoughts anything but calm. Every creak of the stairs feels like a signal of something watching. Isera glances back at the books one last time before hurrying her daughter into the upper room. Her eyes sweep the room. Nothing feels amiss up here, yet the air is heavy, thick with the kind of magic she has grown all too familiar with since her time with Solas.

"Vehnan..." Solas’s voice is a soft murmur that cuts through the quiet of the clinic. Isera freezes mid-step, her heart thundering in her chest. From her position on the stairs, she looks up at him—Solas, not Fen’harel, standing there in the simple clothes he used to wear. Gone was the imposing figure, glittering in the armor of legend. Here, before her, was the man she once knew, and he looked vulnerable, afraid, almost as uncertain as she felt.

His gaze drops to the floor, shame casting shadows across his features. His hands fidget at his sides, fingers twitching nervously as if unsure of their place. “I had to see them…” he whispers, barely lifting his eyes to meet hers. There’s a tremor in his voice, an uncertainty that he rarely allowed himself to show.

Isera doesn’t move. She feels the weight of a thousand possibilities swirling in her chest, each one more terrifying than the last. What if he tries to take them? What if he’s here to tear apart the fragile life she’s built? But she nods, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She doesn’t know what to do, and her fear matches his. She can see it in his posture, in the way he hesitates, as though he’s unsure if he’s even welcome here. For a moment, they stand in silence, caught between the past and the future, both uncertain of where to go from here.

Isera takes a deep, steadying breath, pushing down the tremor of fear and uncertainty that gnaws at her. Slowly, she crosses the room and kneels beside Solas, offering a small smile despite the tension. "Ahn mar melin?" Solas asks Veira gently, his eyes soft. What is your name. 

Veira stares up at him, her chubby fingers wrapped around the hem of her mother’s cloak. She tilts her head, her young mind working to understand the unfamiliar words, before her lips part with a shy smile.

“Ma'melin Veira,” she says proudly, her voice small but full of confidence as she looks between her mother and Solas. Solas’s eyes light up with emotion, his expression tender. “Veira…” he repeats softly, as though trying the name out for the first time, his voice filled with reverence. He looks up at Isera, a hint of awe in his gaze, and nods slightly, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

Solas shifts, his posture softening as he kneels to meet Veira’s gaze. “Savhalla…”His voice is barely above a whisper, filled with awe and apprehension as he sees his daughter for the first time. Hello. 

Veira's auburn hair is tousled, her shirt stained with remnants of treats from their long journey back to Skyhold. Isera hadn’t the time to tidy her up; everything had been a rush, an effort to escape the weight of the Winter Palace. Veira looks up at her mother with curious, wide eyes before pointing a small finger at Solas. “Na’ise babae.” Isera says softly. He is your father. 

Solas’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening in surprise as he glances up at Isera, unsure of how to respond. He hesitates, his emotions tangling in the moment. Veira glances up at her mother, confusion and curiosity clouding her small face as she tries to understand the man now kneeling before her. She tugs on Isera’s sleeve, her wide eyes searching for reassurance.

“Babae?” Veira asks softly, her tiny voice questioning the presence of the man she’s just learned is her father.

Solas’s breath hitches, his heart caught in the moment. He can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the childlike need to understand. He looks to Isera, waiting for her to lead this fragile moment, unsure of how much he can claim this new role, if he can at all.

Isera’s throat tightens as she kneels beside Veira, brushing a stray lock of auburn hair from her daughter's face. “Vin, Veira, ma vhen'an,” Isera whispers, her voice warm and steady despite the heaviness in her chest. Yes, Veira, my heart.

“Na’ise babae.” He is your father. 

Solas lowers his gaze for a moment, his heart weighed down by guilt and longing. When he looks up, he gently holds out his hand, the simple gesture filled with quiet hope. Veira hesitates, glancing between her mother and Solas again, before taking a small, uncertain step closer to him. She reaches out, her tiny fingers brushing against his hand, her touch delicate and curious.

Solas smiles, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "Babae," he repeats quietly, his voice almost breaking, as though the word itself carries the weight of worlds. For a brief second, the room feels smaller, the weight of what’s been lost and gained lingering in the air between them. Solas’s hand trembles slightly as he reaches out, still in disbelief, to gently touch Veira’s cheek.

Solas opens his arms, and without hesitation, Veira rushes into his embrace. Isera had spent countless nights telling her daughters stories of their father—the elven apostate who aided the Inquisition, the man who helped save their uncle, and the one who was so deeply passionate about the elven people and their history that he would one day share those tales with them himself.

Solas lifts Veira gently, his heart swelling as she begins to play with his cheeks, her small hands exploring his face as she babbles in her own language. A quiet chuckle escapes him, the innocence of the moment softening the sharp edges of his inner turmoil.

"And what is her name?" Solas asks, nodding toward Sora, who stands watching them with wide, curious eyes. His voice is hesitant, almost as though he's afraid to step closer, unsure of the boundaries after so long apart. But the pull is undeniable—his family is here, in this room.

Isera’s eyes glisten as she watches the scene unfold. She had prepared herself for many things, but not this—seeing Solas so vulnerable, so tender with their daughter. She turns to Sora, who has been quietly observing from her place, one hand clutching the hem of Isera's tunic.

“This is Sora,” Isera answers softly, giving the little girl a gentle nudge forward. “She’s a little more shy… but just as curious.” Sora, who had been fast asleep against her mother’s chest, had quietly awoken at some point during the interaction. Her wide, sleepy eyes blink up at Solas as she clutches her mother’s tunic with tiny fists, still groggy but alert. She peers at him with curiosity, her small brow furrowing slightly, as if trying to piece together the world she’s woken into.

Solas watches her with soft reverence, lowering himself slowly to her level. "Ma'vhenan," he whispers gently, his hand extending toward her in quiet invitation. His expression is a delicate mix of longing and tenderness, his eyes filled with an almost unbearable emotion.

Sora gazes at him, her tiny fingers inching closer toward his outstretched hand. There’s a moment of hesitation as she studies him, her innocence untangling the emotions she senses but can’t yet name. Finally, her small hand reaches forward, brushing against his, a fleeting but significant connection.

Solas smiles warmly, the bond slowly forming with both of his daughters, though a storm of emotions brews just beneath the surface—guilt, joy, and sorrow, all wrapped together. But in this moment, he lets himself feel only the love he had feared would never be his to experience.

Isera smiles, her voice soft and filled with love. “She’s like you. She likes to sleep a lot.” She jokes gently, trying to ease the weight of the moment. She turns and sits on the edge of the bed, motioning for him to join her with Veira still in his arms.

Solas hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching her face for permission before he steps forward and carefully sits beside her, Veira nestled in his lap. Isera glances at him, the warmth of the moment overshadowed by the ache she’s carried for so long.

“I tried to find you,” she whispers, her voice breaking with the rawness of emotion she’s held back for years. “To tell you. I would never keep them from you…” Tears stream down her face, each one carrying the weight of every moment she’d thought he was lost to her.

She never thought this day would come, never thought she would see him sitting beside her with their children. And now, here he is—finally—meeting them. Her heart feels painfully full, torn between the deep ache of missing him and the overwhelming love she still holds for him. She chokes back a sob, her chest tightening.

“I know, vhenan,” Solas whispers, tears finally spilling from his eyes as he holds Veira close. He wraps his free arm around Isera, pulling her into him. “I know.” His lips press a soft kiss against her temple before he leans his head against hers.

Isera closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his warmth beside her, the familiar scent of him—musky, earthy, grounding—the gentle sound of his breathing filling the room. She breathes him in, a bittersweet comfort after so long apart.

“I won’t stop you from seeing them. Not even now,” she tells him, her voice steady with resolve. And she meant it. She grew up without knowing her father, and no matter how painful or complicated things were, she wants their daughters to know him, to feel his love.

They settle against the headboard, their sleeping children nestled between them as the moon casts a silver glow through the window. Solas moves carefully to lay Veira down, and Isera follows, placing Sora beside her sister. Both toddlers sleep soundly, unaware of the world’s weight that rests on their parents' shoulders.

Solas turns to Isera, reaching for her, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing. “I must go,” he says quietly, wrapping his arms around her once more. Isera can feel the tension in his body, the burden he carries pressing heavily on him.

She nods, wiping her tears against his sleeve, her heart heavy with the knowledge that he will leave again. “Be careful,” she whispers, her voice barely holding together. She wanted to beg, to plead for him to stay—to let go of the past and the burdens he carried. But she didn’t.

The words caught in her throat, swallowed by the weight of everything unspoken between them. She knew he couldn't, that asking him to stay would be asking him to give up who he was, and perhaps who he needed to be. The urge to hold onto him, to keep him close, burned within her, but she stifled it, knowing this wasn't the time. It never was.

Solas held her gaze for a moment longer, his hand still resting on hers, as if he too wanted to say something more, to offer a promise he could not keep. Instead, he only gave her a final, fleeting smile, bittersweet and full of regret.

He pauses, holding her hand tightly in his, his gaze softening as he looks at her. “For them... I will try,” he promises. Then, with a swift motion, Solas shifts into a small black bird with striking blue eyes and flies out of the window, disappearing into the night.

Isera stood at the window long after he had disappeared, her heart aching with the weight of all the words she hadn’t said, and the hope she clung to, no matter how fragile. For now, she will hold onto the moment they had, and the hope that he might return again, for her and their daughters.

What Isera did not realize was the profound effect she had on Solas, how her presence unknowingly shaped his every choice. Though he walked a path veiled in shadow, her light illuminated the way forward. The Dread Wolf, once lost in the darkness, now looked to the moon—his love—to guide him through the unknown. As the moon rises, the Dread Wolf’s path becomes clearer, illuminated by the very light he never anticipated possessing.

[jokersexymancompetition]

Now that the Joker poll is done Im running an evil clown poll. Just for fun.

accepting clowns, mimes, jesters, etc.

The clowns so far:

Stitches (Stitches)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

The Killer Klowns (The Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Cheezo, Bippo, and Dippo (Clownhouse)

Kefka Palazzo (Final Fantasy VI)

Pennywise (It 1990)

Pennywise (It 2017)

Mr. Mime (Detective Pikachu)

Scorpion clowns (American Dragon)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Der Klown (Krampus)

The Violator (Spawn)

Quackerjack (Darkwing Duck)

The Clown Doll (Poltergeist)

This Guy (Real Life)

Fizz & Robo Fizz (Helluva Boss)

Art (Terrifier)

Krusty the Clown (The Simpsons)

Firefighter Clown (Brave Little Toaster)

Bobo Clown Doll (Real Life)

Gingerclown (Gingerclown)

Captain Spaulding (House Of 1000 Corpses)

Arthur Fleck (Joker 2019)

Clöyne (Clown 2014)

Killjoy The Demonic Clown (Killjoy)

The Laugh (Amusement)

Clownpiece (Touhou)

Cicero (Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Dimentio (Paper Mario)

Courtly Jester (Ever After High)

Phycomedian (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marx (Kirby)

Drunk clown (Dumbo)

Hisoka Morow (Hunter x Hunter)

Circus Baby (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Sweet Tooth (Twisted Metal)

Zeebo the Clown (Are You Afraid Of The Dark?)

The Crimson Clown (Are You Afraid Of The Dark?)

Popee (Popee the Performer)

Duela Dent (Dc Comics)

Zombozo (Ben 10)

Jack the Clown (Halloween Horror Nights)

Unnamed Evil Clown (Cabin In The Woods)

Shakes (Shakes the Clown)

Plucky Pennywhistle (Supernatural)

Rakshasa (Supernatural)

Twisty (American Horror Story)

Jester Zombie (Plants Vz Zombies)

Clown Zombie (Plants Vz Zombies)

Clown (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Freakshow (Danny Phantom)

Beppi the Clown (Cuphead)

Pierrot (Sonic)

Violent J (ICP stage persona)

Charlotte (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Joker (Smile Precure)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Juggles the Clown (beanie baby)

Mr. Mime (The Powerpuff Girls)

Geiru Toneido (Ace Attorney)

Joker (Persona 2)

Jestro (Nexo Knights)

Tubby the Clown (Ape Escape)

The Jester (Legends of Oz: Dorothy's Return)

Jangles the Clown (Inside out)

Krazi (Ninjago)

The Mime (Miraculous Ladybug)

Shadow Teddie (Persona 4)

Mr. Magic Pierrot (Sailor Moon)

Piedmon (Digimon)

Grunkfuss the Clown (One Night at Flumpties)

Joka (Klonoa)

The Puppet (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Mr. Tatters (Emily Wants To Play)

Reala (NiGHTS)

Dr. Screwball Jones (Wander over Yonder)

Le Mime (Xiaolin Showdown)

The Groaner (Supermansion)

Jingles the Clown (Jingles the Clown)

Harley Quinn (The Dark Prince Charming)

Doppelganger Arle as Pierrot (Puyo Puyo~n)

Zombie Clown (ZombieLand)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.16

Holidays

Accountant and Auditor Day (Ukraine)

Artificial Intelligence Appreciation Day

Assata Shakur Day

Atomic Bomb Day

Catcher in the Rye Day

Closet Space Appreciation Day

DC Day

Dixie Cup Day

Elderly Women Day (Kiribati)

Engineer’s Day (Honduras)

Festival of Convivial Tools

Fiesta de La Tirana (Tarapacá Region, Chile)

Guinea Pig Appreciation Day

Harela (Uttarakhand, India)

Holocaust Memorial Day (France)

International Disability Awareness Day

International Drag Day

International Juggling Day

Islamic Calendar Day

Lady of Carmen Day (Chile)

La Paz Day (Bolivia)

National Atomic Veterans Day

National Change Your Font Day

National D.R.E.S.S. Syndrome Day

National Emily Day

National Geordie Day (UK)

National Jerry Day

National Peace Day (Dia de la Paz; Bolivia)

National Stick Shift Day

National Take the Stairs Day

National Wedding Invitation Day

No Kissing Day

Order of the Arrow Day (BSA)

Parking Meter Day

Parks Day (Canada)

Reading Together Day (UK)

Rural Transit Day

716 Day

Talk to a Telemarketer Day

Tare Day (French Republic)

Trinity Test Day

Urs Shah-I-Hamdan Sahib (Kashmir, India)

Val d’hie Roundup Anniversary Day

World PR Day

World Snake Day

World Wizkid Day (Nigeria)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Fresh Spinach Day

Hot Coal Chicken Day (Peru)

Hot Dog Night

Ice Cream Cone Day

National Cherry Day (UK)

National Corn Fritter Day

National Funnel Cake Day

National Personal Chef Day [also 2.26]

Independence & Related Days

Custosia (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

La Paz Day (Bolivia)

Manu’s Cession Day (American Samoa)

Ozamiz City Charter Day (Philippines)

3rd Tuesday in July

National Children’s Book Day (Philippines) [3rd Tuesday]

Taco Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 16 (3rd Week of July)

Prime Days (Amazon) [thru 7.17]

Festivals Beginning July 16, 2024

Beanpole Days (Pequot Lakes, Minnesota) [thru 7.17]

Fiesta Topeka (Topeka, Kansas) [thru 7.20]

Les Escales du Cargo (Arles, France) [thru 7.21]

Feast Days

Andrea del Sarto (Artology)

Asalha Puja Day (Buddhist Lent begins)

Athenogenes (Christian; Martyr)

Bobby Henderson Day (Pastafarian; Saint)

Charles Sheeler (Artology)

Day of Erzulie Dantor (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Dr. Doom Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Display of the Embarrassing Swimsuits (Church of the SubGenius)

Elembiuos (a.k.a. Clam-time; Celtic Book of Days)

Eustathius of Antioch (Christian; Saint)

Feast of the Commemoration of Our Lady of Mount Carmel (Carmelite Order; Christian)

First Sermon of Lord Buddha (Bhutan)

Flight of Muhammad (the Hegira; 622)

Fulrad (Christian; Saint)

Gergetoba (Day of Spiritual Love; Georgia)

Gondulphus of Tongeren (Christian; Saint)

Great Schism Anniversary Day (1054)

Harela (Day of Green; Hinduism)

Hejira (First Day of Islamic Calendar; 622) [original date]

Helier (a.k.a. Elier; Christian; Saint)

Immolation Day (Ancient Greece)

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (Artology)

Joshua Reynolds (Artology)

Mary Magdalen Postel (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Our Lady of Mount Carmel (Christian)

Petal-Hopping for Non-Starters (Shamanism)

Phoebe Cates Day (Humanism)

Reineldis (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Robert Sheckley (Writerism)

Rotary Doozer (Muppetism)

Saut d’Eau Waterfall Pilgrimage (Voodoo; Haiti; Everyday Wicca)

Skip This Day Day (Pastafarian)

Solstitium XI (Pagan)

Tony Kushner (Writerism)

The Troubadours (Positivist; Saint)

Vardavar (Pagan Prank Day; Armenia) [14 Weeks after Easter]

Zoot (Muppetism)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

Ashura (Islamic) [Begins at Sundown; Muharram 9-10] (a.k.a. ... 

Achoura (Algeria)

Ashorra (Parts of India)

Ashoura (Lebanon)

Ashura Holiday (Afghanistan, Bahrain, Iraq, Pakistan, Somalia)

Muharram (Parts of India)

Remembrance of Muharram

Tamkharit (Senegal)

Tamxarit (Gambia)

Tasoua Hosseini (Iran)

Tasu’a

Yaum-e-Ashur (Pakistan)

Yawmul Ashura (Gambia)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Prime Number Day: 197 [45 of 72]

Premieres

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, by Diana Ross (Song; 1970)

Alice’s Restaurant Massacree, by Arlo Guthrie (Song; 1976)

Akira (Anime Film; 1988)

Ant-Man (Film; 2015)

Barney Bear and the Uninvited Pest (MGM Cartoon; 1943)

The Big Bite (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1966)

The Blair Witch Project (Film; 1999)

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger (Novel; 1951)

Die Entführung aus dem Serail (The Abduction from the Seraglio), by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1782)

Dragon Around (Disney Cartoon; 1954)

Drop Dead Gorgeous (Film; 1999)

Eyes Wide Shut (Film; 1999)

False Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Free Willy (Film; 1993)

From Up on Poppy Hill (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 2011)

George of the Jungle (Film; 1997)

The Half-Blood Prince, by J.K. Rowling (Novel; 2005) [Harry Potter #6]

Happy Birthdaze (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1943)

Hocus Pocus (Film; 1993)

Inception (Film; 2010)

Indian Serenade (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Lost and Foundry (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins (Novel; 1868)

Mouse and Garden (WB LT Cartoon; 1960)

The Office Boy (Ub Iwerks Cartoon; 1932)

Once A Day, by Connie Smith (Song; 1964)

Piano Sonata, by Béla Bartók (Piano Sonata; 1927)

Poison Ivy, recorded by The Coasters (Song; 1959)

Pom Poko (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 1994)

Punch (UK Weekly Satire Magazine; 1842)

Schmigadoon! (TV Series; 2021)

Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (TV Series; 2015)

Space Jam: A New Legacy (Animated Film; 2021)

Space Race (Video Game; 1973)

Stargate: Atlantis (TV Series; 2004)

The Timid Pup (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1940)

Topper (Film; 1937)

What a Lion (MGM Cartoon; 1938)

Today’s Name Days

Carmen, Irmgard, Maria (Austria)

Yulian, Yuliana, Yuliya (Bulgaria)

Elvira, Karmela (Croatia)

Luboš (Czech Republic)

Tychos (Denmark)

Rein, Reinhold, Reino, Reinu, Reinut, Rinaldo, Ronald (Estonia)

Reino, Rene (Finland)

Elvire (France)

Carmen, Irmgard (Germany)

Valter (Hungary)

Maria, Vitaliano (Italy)

Hermīne, Rasulite (Latvia)

Danguolė, Faustas, Vaigaudas (Lithuania)

Sanna, Susanne (Norway)

Andrzej, Benedykt, Dziersław, Dzierżysław, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Faust, Maria Magdalena, Marika, Ostap, Ruta, Stefan (Poland)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Carmen (Spain)

Reine, Reinhold (Sweden)

Ruth, Valentina, Valia (Ukraine)

Carmel, Carmela, Carmelo, Carmen, Shelby, Sherman, Sherwood (USA)

Carma, Carmel, Carmela, Carmelita, Carmella, Camelo, Carmélo, Carmen, Carmencita, Carmi, Carmie, Carmina, Carmine, Karmen, Phoebe (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 198 of 2024; 170 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of Week 29 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 10 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 11 (Xin-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 10 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 9 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 18 Red; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 3 July 2024

Moon: 75%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 1 Dante (8th Month) [The Troubadours]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 27 of 94)

Week: 3rd Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 26 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Dante (Modern Epic Poetry) [Month 8 of 13; Positivist]

[drizzileiscool]

so like what is poyopoyo

ik its a puzzle game but i didnt know it had characaters

sig looks silly i like him

glad you asked!

*AUTISM MODE ENGAGE*

puyo puyo (ぷよぷよ) is a japanese puzzle game originally created by compile (but they went bankrupt) and owned by sega!

the series originally started as a spinoff of a dungeon crawling game called madou monogatari (I know jack diddly squat about madou). in puyo puyo the main characters of that game (as well as a few enemies) fight each other using magic spells casted by connecting 4 or more of the same colored puyos together to pop them!

the compile era of the puyo puyo series stars Arle from the madou monogatari series as the protagonist, where in most games she attempts to stop satan (that's actually the villain's name) from doing a bunch of evil stuff. arle's also got a magical rabbit thing as a companion, his name is carbuncle and he likes curry :) other characters from this era that continue to show up in newer games are schezo, a dark mage who accidentally turns every sentence into an innuendo, and rulue, a fighting queen who has a crush on satan.

psst! 3 of the compile era games are available on switch! sega ages puyo puyo 1 and 2 are both ten bucks and if you have nso you can play the snes version of 2 on snes online!

both sega and nintendo tried to localize these games, but in doing so, they stripped the games of their original madou monogatari personality and replaced them with other games. sega localized pp1 as a game you might recognize as Doctor Robotnick's Mean Bean Machine, while nintendo made the slightly more obscure Kirby's Avalanche (ALSO AVAILABLE ON SNES NSO!!)

a BUNCH of stuff happened, the localized games didn't do well, puyo puyo became more popular than madou, and compile went bankrupt after years of shoving puyo puyo down everyone's throats non-stop

they then handed the rights to puyo puyo to sega, but completely forgot about the rights to madou, meaning madou monogatari is completely dead at this point with no hope of a reboot, and puyo puyo is still goin strong.

when sega got puyo puyo they decided to completely rebrand the game, and it ditched it's dark dungeon crawler aesthetic for a more fun colorful vibrant tone, and thus, Puyo Pop Fever was born.

Fever was a sort of reboot for the franchise, starring a new protagonist named Amitie, a very cheerful student who goes to a magic school, and a bunch of more awesome colorful characters (and arle she's still here)! A sequel to puyo pop fever was released in japan called Puyo Puyo Fever 2, but due to the poor sales in the US, the game never made it over to america and this would be the last localized puyo game. for at least 10 years.

also puyo puyo fever 2 introduced sig!!! the best boy!!! fun fact he's half demon but does not care about that at all and instead of doing all the traditional demon things like taking over worlds he simply don't care. he's got the bug autism and likes bugs very much :)

uhh MORE TIME SKIP! another reboot was created called Puyo Puyo 7! New protagonist named Ringo who is a regular middle school student and does regular japanese middle schooler stuff until Arle comes back and is possessed by something and is all like "you have the power. you can pop puyos now." and crazy highjinks ensue!

ANOTHER TIME SKIP!

puyo puyo 15th anniversary is released and surprise surprise it's also a reboot but this time it features (almost) ALL the important characters from the previous games! woo! and then 5 years after that 20th anniversary happened which was much better!

*WHWHOOOOSH TIME SKIP*

a crossover game between puyo puyo and tetris called Puyo Puyo Tetris was released in 2014! remember this!

*FINAL TIME SKIP I PROMISE*

oh hey remember what I just said? guess what! it's 2017 and sega is acknowledging for the first time people in america want puyo puyo! they then release a localized version of puyo puyo tetris onto nintendo switch and other platforms and it's a hit! people liked it! they liked it so much that in 2020 it got a direct sequel which wasn't just left to rot in the prison of region exclusivity and actually got localized as well! hooray for puyo puyo!!

that's basically the entire puyo puyo series history in a nutshell *autism disengage*

there were some games I left out because this was getting too long but who cares

if you're looking to play a puyo puyo game and you own a nintendo switch you can try any of these!

Sega ages - Puyo Puyo: The arcade version of the original Puyo Puyo game.

Sega Ages - Puyo Puyo 2: Arcade version of the second game (text is all in japanese, but it's purchasable on the american eshop!)

Nintendo Switch Online - SNES Online - Super Puyo Puyo 2: The SNES version of puyo puyo 2

Nintendo Switch Online - SNES Online - Kirby's Avalanche: An attempt for an english localization of pp1 featuring iconic kirby characters!

NSO Expansion Pack - Sega Genesis Online - Doctor Robotnick's Mean Bean Machine: Another localization attempt, featuring robots from the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog cartoon! sonic does not make an appearance in this game.

Sonic Mania: One of the bosses in sonic mania has you playing Puyo Puyo against Eggman, and once you beat that boss you unlock a special mean bean machine side mode!

Puyo Puyo Champions: A puyo puyo game purely focused on competitive play, with no story. You can play using either normal puyo puyo rules, or the special ruleset introduced in fever.

Puyo Puyo Tetris: A crossover game between puyo puyo and tetris, featuring new characters based off the tetris blocks! Has a pretty ok story, the localizers took a few liberties here and there, sometimes they didn't understand the references to things and left them out.

Puyo Puyo Tetris 2: A direct sequel to the game I just mentioned. Improves upon the story alot, all the previous characters return as well as 2 new characters! There were also a few characters added in later through free dlc! Currently the second newest puyo puyo game, and also the second most definitive with a bunch of cool sidemodes!

Currently, the newest game in the series is Puyo Puyo Puzzle Pop, which is THE definitive puyo puyo game! unfortunately it's stuck on apple arcade so you need an iphone, a bluetooth controller, and a subscription for that if you wanna play. this game technically is incomplete as the story is being added in through updates, but what they've got now is really interesting!! they're finally doing something with the "sig is half demon" concept and now he's the villain of the game! so cool! god I want this game ported to consoles so badly... SEGAAAA GIVE ME EDGY SIG!!!

there's also a japan exclusive mobile gacha game called puyo puyo quest. it's aight. I've played it once and then deleted it because gacha games update regularly and my phone is running low on space.

and that's everything about puyo puyo thanks for asking

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Unused Puyo Puyo 7 sprites in Art Collection

Oh hey. I made this post after I watched DaEgg123's Cut Content in Puyo Puyo games video, specifically in the part where they talked about Succubus' original design from the Compile games being planned for Puyo Puyo!! Quest in one point. In that part, he talked about the Puyo Puyo Art Collection book that was released in early 2021. What is interesting about this is that he only talked about the Succubus part, and there's one part of the book that I wanted to talk about.

So, in the Puyo Puyo 7 section of the book, they show all the sprites for all characters used in cutins, manzai cutscenes, and other things such as the UI. However, I found that two characters that have designs used in the book that didn't appear in 7, those characters being Dark Arle and Skeleton T. Let's begin with my favorite of the two.

Dark Arle has this sprite that is between her Bayoen cutin sprite and her official artwork for the game. This shows her in the pose from her manzai sprites, but with a glare expression on her face. As far as I can get, this sprite is not used in the final game, and Dark Arle only has two manzai sprites...

...However, in Puyo Puyo!! Quest, the idea of Dark Arle glaring was used in her 6 Star artwork for the game, and this glare expression was used on her sticker in the series' LINE stickers that was released around 2015-2017.

From now on, I had said everything about Dark Arle, so let's talk about Skeleton T.

Skeleton T has a variant of his normal manzai sprites, but this time, it shows him in an agressive expression. Like Dark Arle, Skeleton T only has one manzai sprite for the game, depending on the skeleton that he represents, which implies that this sprite was originally going to be used in the scenes where he is shown angry. Unlike Dark Arle, this idea was never used again.

(If you see the sprite above being bad quality, it's becuase I couldn't find the Google Drive link for the book, which had better quality.)

At the end, none of these sprites where actually used in the game itself, with one of them being reused in the future. If Puyo Puyo 7 gets a remaster/remake of some sort, it would be nice to see these sprites used in the game in this scenarios, alongside other unused content from the game. Heck, it would be nice if the potential remaster had the Museum from Puyo Puyo Fever 2, where it would show all the artwork for the game.

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On This Day April 5th 2020

I drew two Sega Characters like Sonic the Hedgehog from his Video games and Arle and Carbuncle from Puyo Puyo. Every time I think about these two titles and franchises, I always say that this video game is related to Sonic or Sonic and Puyo Puyo are both related. And a lot of people would tell me that it's because they're both made by Sega, and other people like Nate and Ben told me that they are and if I remember another title called Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine which is so fun. Even my dad likes that game and always likes to say the name of the title. But with Sonic and Puyo Puyo, I would imagine Tails that every time someone would do something wrong or mean to Tails, he can always get back at them by playing Puyo Puyo and then dump a bunch of Garbage Puyos at them. Otherwise Tails would leave Sonic and get to be in Puyo Puyo. As well as for other Sega Games like Yakuza and Persona. But without Tails, Sonic might go look for him. Even Amy and Knuckles would join the search party. They can also ask Ralph and Felix to find him as well. Back to the two characters. For Sonic and Arle, they both have a lot in common, they save the world by using Puyos to stop the people from unleashing something and even tackle their two enemies, Eggman and the Dark Prince. But if Sonic and Tails helped out like Arle, Ringo and Amitie, then I bet they can work well as a team. The same goes for Knuckles and the others who are helping out with the Puyo Puyo Crew. And I bet Sonic and Puyo Puyo might make a great crossover much like how it happened with Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. But the fun fact is I also remember discussing 2017 Sega games and people prefer different titles. Like with Sonic Mania, Sonic Forces and Puyo Puyo Tetris. But a lot of people would prefer Sonic Mania and Puyo Puyo Tetris. Since I own both of them, but I own Sonic Mania downloaded on my PlayStation 4 and for Puyo Puyo Tetris, I own it downloaded on my Nintendo Switch. And I sure had a lot of fun with these titles.

People I tagged @bryan360 and @murumokirby360

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Made in 2017

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Daisy cosplaying as Arle Nadja (Puyo Puyo franchise)  - requested by goldeneubank21

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الموديل B (مناسب لمحرك الأقراص الأيمن RHD) النماذج القابلة للتطبيق: إطارات/خيارات نموذج نطاق تاريخ السوق عام 09/2017-لتويوتا كامري (هايبرد) ASV70 ، AXVA70 ، AXVH71 ، GSV70 12/2017- ASV70R-AETDKQ ARL, SED, RHD, 2ARFE, ATM, 6FC, D, 4D 09/2017- ASV70R-AETNKQ ARL, SED, RHD, 2ARFE, ATM, 6FC, N, 4D 12/2017- AXVH71R-AEXDBQ HBD ، ARL ، SED ، RHD ، A25AFXS ، CVT ، 4D N. أمريكا 03/2017-لتويوتا كامري AXVA70 03/2017- AXVA70L-AEZNBA LE,JPP,USA,SED,A25AFKS,ATM,8FC,4D 03/2017- AXVA70L-AEZSBA SE, JPP, الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية, SED, A25AFKS, ATM, 8FC, 4D

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ملاحظة:

-لا يتم تضمين تعليمات التثبيت.التثبيت المهني هو نوصي بشدة.

-نظرًا لاختلاف الضوء والشاشة ، قد يختلف لون المنتج قليلاً عن صور fhe.

-يرجى السماح باختلاف 1-2 مللي متر بسبب القياس اليدوي. يرجى تفهم ذلك.

1. WORLDWIDE الشحن. (ما عدا بعض الدول و APO/FPO) 2. يتم إرسال الطلبات في الوقت المناسب بعد التحقق من الدفع. 3. نقوم بالشحن فقط إلى العناوين المؤكدة. يجب أن يتطابق عنوان الطلب مع عنوان الشحن الخاص بك. 4. الصور المعروضة ليست العنصر الفعلي وهي للرجوع إليها فقط. 5. وقت نقل الخدمة يقدمه الناقل ولا يشمل العطلات الأسبوعية والعطلات الرسمية. قد تختلف أوقات النقل ، وخاصةخلال موسم العطلات.

6. إذا لم تستلم الشحنة خلال 30 يومًا من الدفع ، فيرجى الاتصال بنا. سنقوم بتتبع الشحنة ونرد عليك في أقرب وقت ممكن مع الرد. هدفنا هو رضا العملاء!

7. نظرًا لحالة المخزون وفروق التوقيت ، س��ختار شحن منتجك من أول مخزن متوفر لدينا لضمان سرعة التسليم.

1. لديك 7 أيام في الاتصال بنا و 30 يوما للعودة من تاريخ تلقيه. إذا كان هذا المنتج بحوزتك لأكثر من 7 أيام ، فإنه يعتبر مستخدمًا ولن نقوم برد المبلغ أو استبداله. لا توجد استثناءات! تكلفة الشحن هي التي يتحملها كل من البائع والمشتري في النصف.

2. يجب أن تكون جميع المنتجات المرتجعة في العبوة الأصلية ويجب أن تقدم لنا رقم تتبع الشحن ومعقولية الاسترجاع الخاصة بك

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4. سنتحمل جميع تكاليف الشحن إذا لم يكن المنتج (المنتجات) كما هو معلن.

1. ضمان لمدة 12 شهرضمان على المنتجات المعيبة (باستثناء المنتجات التالفة و/أو التي يساء استخدامها بعد الاستلام). اكسسوارات تأتي مع ضمان لمدة 3 أشهر.

2. يجب الإبلاغ عن السلع المعيبة وإعادتها خلال فترة الضمان (وفي العبوة الأصلية ، إن أ��كن). يجب عليك tellus ما هو العيب وتعطينا رقم الطلب الخاص بك. لا نقوم بإصلاح أو استبدال المنتجات التي انتهت مدة ضمانها.

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Holidays 6.16

Holidays

Academy of Experience Day

Achalasia Awareness Day

Arborist Appreciation Day

Aviation Day (Armenia)

Battle of Stoke Anniversary Day

Bloomsday (James Joyce's Ulysses)

Blues Brothers Day

Captain Picard Day

Day of Third-Hand Reports and Shaky Evidence

Engineer's Day (Argentina)

Escalator Day

Father’s Day (Seychelles)

Global Health Coach Day

Hemiplegic Migraine Awareness Day

House Divided Speech Day

International Day of Biotechnology

International Day of Family Remittances (UN)

International Day of the African Child (OAU)

International Domestic Workers Day

International Waterfall Day

Jewish Trans Poetry Day

Ladies’ Day (MLB)

Marvel 616 Day

Mature Moggies Day (UK)

Mid Year Celebration (Elder Scrolls)

Mission From God Day (Blues Brothers)

Mr. Sack Day

National ASK Day

National Casey Day

National Garden Day (Canada)

National hATTR Day (Brazil)

National Jade Day

National Mohammad Day

National Morticians Day

National Richard Day

National Wear BLUE Day (for Men’s Health)

No Orange Clothes Day

Peace of Chaco Day (Bolivia/Paraguay)

Psycho Day

Scrubwomen Tea Party Day

616 Day

Sussex Day (UK)

Thyme Day (French Republic)

Transpoon Day

Tupac Shakur Day (California)

Two Million March Anniversary Day (Hong Kong)

Water Industry Workers Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Wish Fulfillment Day

Women in Space Day

World Electrosensitivity Day

World Neurodiversity Pride Day

World Refill Day

World Sea Turtle Day

World Smell Day

Youth Day (South Africa)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cracker Jack Day

Fresh Veggies Day

National Cannoli Day

National Fudge Day

National Tortilla Day

National Turkey Lovers Day

National Vegemite Day (Australia)

National Vinegar Day

Pepsi-Cola Day

Wagashi (Japanese Sweets Day; Japan)

Independence & Related Days

Baybay City Charter Day (Philippines)

Efransa (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Congress of Soviets 1st held (USSR; 1917)

3rd Sunday in June

Burghfield BoxKart Bash Day [3rd Sunday]

Dollars Against Diabetes Days end [3rd Sunday]

Family Awareness Day [3rd Sunday]

Father's Day (US) [3rd Sunday]

Health Worker’s Day (Armenia, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Moldova, Russia) [3rd Sunday]

Husband Caregiver Day [3rd Sunday]

Medical Worker Day (Russia) [3rd Sunday]

National Turkey Lovers’ Day [3rd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 16 (3rd Full Week)

Carpenter Ant Awareness Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Craft Spirits Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Forgiveness Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Grasslands Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Mosquito Control Awareness Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Play Catch Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

National Roller Coaster Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

Universal Father's Week (thru 6.22) [3rd Full Week]

Wobbly Week (thru 6.22) [Week with 6.20]]

Festivals Beginning June 16, 2024

Real Men Cook (Chicago, Illinois)

Silverton Hills Strawberry Festival (Silverton Hills, Oregon)

Strawberry Festival (Assonet, Massachusetts)

Summertime Ball (Wembley Stadium, London, United Kingdom)

Sykesville Ag & Youth Fair (Sykesville, Pennsylvania) [thru 6.22]

Tony Awards (New York, New York)

Wellfleet Strawberry Festival (Wellfleet, Massachusetts)

Feast Days

Albert Chartier (Artology)

Andy Weir (Writerism)

Aurelianus of Arles (Christian; Saint)

Aureus of Mainz (and his sister Justina; Christian; Saint)

Benno (Christian; Saint) [Dresden, Munich; Germany] *

Cettin of Oran (Christian; Saint)

Curig of Llanbadarn (Christian; Saint)

Circus and Julitta (Christian; Martyrs)

The Day of Third-Hand Reports and Shaky Evidence (Shamanism)

Erich Segal (Writerism)

Equos (Celtic Book of Days)

Ferreolus and Ferrutio (Christian; Martyrs)

Frank Thorne (Artology)

George Berkeley and Joseph Butler (Episcopal Church)

Henri Richelet (Artology)

Jim Dine (Artology)

John Francis Regis (Christian; Saint)

John Linnell (Artology)

Joseph Butler, Bishop of Durham (Anglican Church)

Joyce Carol Oates (Writerism)

Lutgardis of Tongeren (a.k.a. Lutgart; Christian; Saint)

Madonna of Carmine (Christian; Saint)

Media Ver X (Pagan)

Night of a Teardrop (Ancient Egypt)

Otto Muehl (Artology)

Prayer to Frigga for Bridges and Wives Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Quriaqos and Julietta (Christian; Martyrs)

René Seyssaud (Artology)

Rotary Doozer (Muppetism)

Silver Chalice Day (Everyday Wicca)

Tychon of Amathus (Christian; Saint)

Steppenwolf Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

William Penn (Positivist; Saint)

World Day of Prayer for the Sanctification of Priests

World Meat-Free Day (Pastafarian)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

Eid al-Adha [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ... 

Aïd el Adha (Morocco)

Aïd el Addha (Djibouti)

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Arefa (Ethiopia)

Bakarid (Nepal)

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Eid-e-Qorban (Iran)

Eid ul Adha (Myanmar)

Eidul Azha (Pakistan)

Eid ul-Ad'haa (Maldives)

Eid-ul-Azha (Bangladesh)

Feast of Sacrifice (Indonesia)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Hari Raya Aidil Adha (Brunei)

Hari Raya Haji (Singapore)

Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)

Id Al Adaha (Ethiopia)

Ide el Kabir (Comoros)

Id-ul Ajad (Nepal)

Id-Ul-Alha (Sri Lanka)

Id-ul-Zuha (India)

Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)

Kurban Bayramy (Turkey, Turkmenistan)

Tabaski (Cameroon, Mauritania, Niger, Senegal)

Orthodox Christian Liturgical Calendar Holidays

Blind Man Sunday [6 Weeks after Easter]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 12 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [12 of 24]

Prime Number Day: 167 [39 of 72]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [35 of 57]

Premieres

Ancient Evenings, by Norman Mailer (Historical Novel; 1983)

Asteroid City (Film; 2023)

At San Quentin, by Johnny Cash (Live Album; 1969)

Batman Forever (Film; 1995)

Batman Returns (Film; 1992)

Bitter Sweet Symphony, by The Verve (Album; 1997)

The Blues Brothers (Film; 1980)

A Bully Romance (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1939)

Carl’s Date (Pixar Cartoon; 2023)

Cars 3 (Animated Pixar Film; 2017)

A Chilly Reception (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1958)

Chow Hound (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Death in Venice, by Benjamin Britten (Opera; 1973)

Elemental (Pixar Animated Film; 2023)

Eliza on the Ice (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1944)

Euphoria (TV Series; 2019)

The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (Film; 2006) [F&F #3]

First Family, by David Baldacci (Novel; 2009)

The Flash (Film; 2023)

From Bed to Worse (Ant and the Aardvark Cartoon; 1971)

Ghostbusters II (Film; 1989)

Grand Theft Auto (Film; 1977)

Grease (Film; 1978)

Half Empty Saddles (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1958)

Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard (Film; 2021)

Honky Tonk, recorded by Bill Dogged (Song; 1956)

Hot in Cleveland (TV Series; 2010)

I Forget Thee, Jerusalem (f.k.a. The Wild Palms), by William Faulkner (Novel; 1939)

Jacob’s Ladder, by Arnold Schoenberg (Oratorio; 1961)

Jubal Sackett, by Louis L’Amour (Novel; 1985)

Lilo & Stitch (Animated Disney Film; 2002)

Lou (Pixar Cartoon; 2017)

Many Tanks (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1942)

Mickey’s Steam-Roller (Disney Cartoon; 1934)

Musical Chairs (TV Game Show; 1975)

My Pal Paul (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Napoleon Bunny-Part (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Old Wave, by Ringo Starr (Album; 1983)

Pocahontas (Animated Disney Film; 1995)

The Postman (Film; 1995)

Psycho (Film; 1960)

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, by David Bowie (Album; 1972)

Rough Night (Film; 2017)

Roxy Music, by Roxy Music (Album; 1972)

Shaft (Film; 2000)

Symphony in Slang (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1951)

Tarzan (Animated Disney Film; 1999)

Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson (Novel; 1961)

Titan A.E. (Animated Film; 2000)

Tom Thumb’s Brother (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1941)

Trout Mask Replica, by Captain Beefheart (Album; 1969)

Unicorn Wars (Animated Film; 2022)

The Wizard of Oz (Musical Play; 1902)

Woodpecker in the Rough (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1952)

Today’s Name Days

Benno, Luitgard, Quirin (Austria)

Aurelije, Zlata, Zlatko (Croatia)

Zbyněk (Czech Republic)

Tycho (Denmark)

Heelia, Päive, Päivi (Estonia)

Päivä, Päivi, Päivikki (Finland)

François-Régis, Jean-François, Régis (France)

Benno, Julietta, Luitgard, Quirin (Germany)

Tichon, Tychon (Greece)

Jusztin (Hungary)

Aureliano, Ferruccio, Giuditta (Italy)

Justīne, Juta (Latvia)

Benas, Julita, Jūra, Tolminas (Lithuania)

Tiril, Torhild, Toril (Norway)

Alina, Aneta, Benon, Budzimir, Jan, Justyna, Ludgarda (Poland)

Tihon (România)

Julia (Russia)

Blanka (Slovakia)

Aureliano, Francisco, Juan (Spain)

Axel, Axelina (Sweden)

Aurel, Aurelia, Aurelio, Aurelius, Aurora, Dawn, Oralia, Orelia (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 168 of 2024; 198 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 24 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 11 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 10 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 9 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 18 Blue; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 3 June 2024

Moon: 72%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 27 St. Paul (6th Month) [William Penn]

Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 90 of 92)

Week: 3rd Full Week of June)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 27 of 31)

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The Robert Capa Contemporary Photography Center included the photobook Mobile Churches in the upcomimg exhibition PHOTO / ARTIST / BOOK The most exciting photobooks of the Central and Eastern Europe region, curated by Bea Istvánkó - Máté Lukács, ISBN+.

The exhibition opens on Nov 13, 2024 and goes through Feb 2, 2025.

Thanks to Radu Leşevschi & Bea.

https://capacenter.hu/en/kiallitasok/photo-artist-book-the-most-exciting-photobooks-of-the-central-and-eastern-europe-region/

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Mobile Churches is about dictatorial fantasies that became urban realities, it is a critical inventory aiming at revealing a lesser-known yet dramatic urban and political chapter in Bucharest of the 1980s. Ceaușescu’s ‘systematization’ program is in full swing in the Romanian capital: one-third of the historic center – including churches and synagogues – has been wiped out to make way for imposing buildings and wide avenues intended to honor the regime. It is said to be the largest peacetime destruction in Europe. Despite Ceaușescu’s particularly dogged approach towards sacral buildings, seven churches are spared and undergo a process as incredible as it is absurd: they are lifted and placed on rails, then moved and hidden behind housing blocks, while several other buildings - such as the Polish Synagogue - got hermetically surrounded and thus masked by propagandistic panel buildings. Withdrawn from the cityscape, interpolated in the disparate architecture that shapes Bucharest’s urban landscape today, they live secret lives, holding unresolved memories of the past.

The photo book Mobile Churches, edited by Sonia Voss and published in 2017 by Kehrer Verlag, Heidelberg, is the first part of my Romania trilogy. Two essays, Mobile Churches. The non-sense of history by Sonia Voss, and City on Rails by Lotte Laub accompany the photo series.

The dummy of the photo book was nominated for the LUMA Dummy Book Award at Les Rencontres de la Photographie in Arles and later at Unseen Amsterdam. It is now part of the Archive of Les Rencontres de la Photographie d'Arles. The resulting photo book was launched at Paris Photo and later shortlisted for the FOLA Photo Book Award in Buenos Aires.

Design: Minami Shimakage Courtesy: Dr. ing. Eugeniu I. Iordăchescu

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MIRA ASRININGTYAS & DITO YUWONO

Lundi 29 janvier 2024 à 19h (heure de Paris)

Monday January 29th 2024, 7pm (Paris time)

@ MSH, 16 – 18 RUE SUGER, 75006 (métro Odéon ou St – Michel)

Mira Asriningtyas est curatrice et autrice, Dito Yuwono artiste et curateur. Ensemble ils forment depuis 2011 le collectif curatorial LIR, basé à Yogyakarta—un collectif en perpétuel remaniement au fil de sa réflexion sur la responsabilité curatoriale et dont l’activité se déploie dans toute l’Asie du Sud-Est, aux USA et en Europe. “Curated by LIR”, une suite d’expositions, proposées à Yogyakarta, Jakarta, Kaliurang, New York et Tapei entre 2018 et 2023, retrace ce parcours curatorial que jalonnent "Crossing Ecotones - Mountains Seen; No Mountain Being", "Rhinolophus Sinicus", "Worship to Power » ou "Dream Express: Personalized History of Mysticism"

“Of Hunters and Gatherers“, un projet au long cours associe, à l'occasion d’une exposition, de colloques et d’un site web dédié, plusieurs institutions artistiques du sud-est asiatique situées à Chiang Mai (Thailande), Bandung (Indonésie), Ho Chi Minh City (Vietnam). Le projet s’est constitué à partir d’une marche du collectif avec deux artistes invité·e·s au pied du mont Merapi, et sur les routes qui longent le bas Mekong, à la frontière de la Thailande et du Laos.

Mais chacun·e a développé une pratique personnelle. Mira, qui a terminé en 2017 (au De Appel Art Center à Amsterdam) un projet de recherche sur les modalités décoloniales et polycentriques des apprentissages et de la connaissance, a été la commissaire de nombreuses expositions et de plusieurs programmes de séminaires et colloques au De Appel Art Center (Amsterdam); Stedelijk Museum (Amsterdam); Fondazione Sandretto Re Rebaudengo (Turin); KKF (Yogyakarta); ISCP (New York); MAIIAM Contemporary Art Museum (Chiang Mai); Our Museum (Taipei) entre autres. Elle a publié de nombreux articles et essais dans des revues, catalogues, magazines internationaux comme PARSE Journal ou comme Stedelijk Studies. En 2017 Mira a lancé le projet “900mdpl“ à Kaliurang, un village situé au pied du Mont Merapi qui aborde dans toute leur complexité les enjeux post-coloniaux, environnementaux, politiques et mémoriels que la fragilité sismique de la région et les éruptions de ce volcan très actif viennent dévoiler sur un mode spectaculaire et dans l’urgence. Dito travaille les mêmes thèmes dans son œuvre d’artiste qui donne une attention prioritaire à la mémoire collective, à l’inscription des vies singulières dans l’histoire, à l’urgence environnementale —une attention toujours ancrée dans des pratiques site -specific. Il a été l’invité de The Northern Centre for Contemporary Art (NCCA) Darwin (Australie), Ruangrupa (Jakarta); Jatiwangi Art Factory (Indonesie); GOLEB & Het Wilde Weten (Pays-Bas); TIFA Working Studios (Inde); et Collectif BONUS (Nantes). Son travail a été exposé dans de nombreux centres d’art aux États-Unis (Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art), en Europe (Festival de la Photo, Arles, 2017), en Indonésie… Il est depuis 2020 le co-directeur de Ruang MES56 et a été le commissaire du premier Festival International de Photographie à  Jogja en 2023, “Mengukur Panjang dan Lebar Sebuah Bingkai” (A Strategy to Measure a Frame).

En 2024 Mira et Dito ont été nommé·e·s directeu·rice·s du CEMETI- Institut for Art and Society.

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Mira Asriningtyas is a curator and author, Dito Yuwono an artist and curator. Together they have formed the Yogyakarta-based curatorial collective LIR since 2011, a collective that is constantly reshaping itself as they reflect on curatorial responsibility, and whose activity extends throughout Southeast Asia, the USA and Europe. "Curated by LIR", a series of exhibitions proposed in Yogyakarta, Jakarta, Kaliurang, New York and Tapei between 2018 and 2023, retraces this curatorial journey that includes "Crossing Ecotones - Mountains Seen; No Mountain Being", "Rhinolophus Sinicus", "Worship to Power" and "Dream Express: Personalized History of Mysticism".

"Of Hunters and Gatherers" is a long-term project that brings together several Southeast Asian art institutions in Chiang Mai (Thailand), Bandung (Indonesia) and Ho Chi Minh City (Vietnam) for an exhibition, colloquia and a dedicated website. The project grew out of a walk by the collective and two guest artists at the foot of Mount Merapi, and on the roads along the lower Mekong, on the border between Thailand and Laos.

But each has developed a personal practice. Mira, who completed a research project on decolonial and polycentric modalities of learning and knowledge at the De Appel Art Center in Amsterdam in 2017, has curated numerous exhibitions and several seminar and symposium programs at the De Appel Art Center (Amsterdam); Stedelijk Museum (Amsterdam); Fondazione Sandretto Re Rebaudengo (Turin); KKF (Yogyakarta); ISCP (New York); MAIIAM Contemporary Art Museum (Chiang Mai); Our Museum (Taipei) among others. She has published numerous articles and essays in international journals, catalogs and magazines such as PARSE Journal and Stedelijk Studies. In 2017 Mira launched the "900mdpl" project in Kaliurang, a village at the foot of Mount Merapi, which addresses in all their complexity the post-colonial, environmental, political and memorial issues that the region's seismic fragility and the eruptions of this highly active volcano come to reveal in a spectacular mode and in a hurry. Dito works on the same themes in his work as an artist who gives priority attention to collective memory, the inscription of singular lives in history, and environmental urgency, always anchored in site-specific practices. He has been invited by The Northern Centre for Contemporary Art (NCCA) Darwin (Australia), Ruangrupa (Jakarta); Jatiwangi Art Factory (Indonesia); GOLEB & Het Wilde Weten (Netherlands); TIFA Working Studios (India); and Collectif BONUS (Nantes). His work has been exhibited in numerous art centers in the United States (Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art) in Europe (Festival de la Photo, Arles, 2017), in Indonesia... Since 2020 he has been the co-director of Ruang MES56 and curated the first International Photography Festival in Jogja in 2023, "Mengukur Panjang dan Lebar Sebuah Bingkai" (A Strategy to Measure a Frame).

In 2024 Mira and Dito were appointed directors of CEMETI- Institut for Art and Society.

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Séminaire conçu et organisé par Patricia Falguières, Elisabeth Lebovici et Natasa Petresin-Bachelez et soutenu par la Fundación Almine y Bernard Ruiz-Picasso para el Arte

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[katlimeart]

Made in 2017

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from the Puyo Puyo franchise  - requested by goldeneubank21

1 - 4. Doppelganger Arle/Pierrot

5 + 6. Chico

7 + 8. Bastia

9 + 10. Floree