#Baku Museums

[ramaarya]

72 hours in baku

Baku is often described as one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It is a description that is not off the mark. The city’s rich heritage spanning three millennia can be invariably seen in a single line of vision. Now where else would you have such a splendid view! But Baku is not only about pretty buildings. A world city in every respect, it abounds with museums and galleries wherein…

[bubblesorbubbles]

Architecture & Design of Carpets Museum

Fujicolor Super HG v2

[mim70]

The Carpet Museum.

Baki, Azerbaijan.

[castelnou]

national carpet museum

baku (azerbaijan)

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear Me Out

Yokai Amity. What are yokai? Japanese spirits. And not just ghosts, a majority of mythical creatures? Yokai.

So how did this happen? Well, like most things, it can be blamed on the ghost portal in the Fenton Basement. And a lot of ecto contamination. Because while they're a small city? They're also in the middle of nowhere, meaning a lot of their foods and crops, they grow themselves. And the ectoplasm? Started sinking into the ground first. Y'know, where every plant grows and then both humans and animals proceed to eat it? Made even worse when those like Overgrowth or Vortex came through? Yeaah, it'd be a miracle if they didn't get contaminated and no surprise that most don't notice their humanity slipping with time with how it's happening to everyone.

Which kind of makes the situation Danny has found himself kind of hilarious? At least to him. The trenchcoat dude seems to be having an aneurism or something similar.

"So... not a meta?" the tiny vigilante child clarified again, head tilting from where he stood at the head of his group. Honestly Danny was enjoying this from his place sprawled across the park bench Honestly Amity had spoiled him with benches designed for extra limbs.

The blonde man seemed absolutely done with everything, hands twitching as though about to cradle his head in his hands or grab something. "No," he wasn't shouting but it was close. "For fuck's sake- your all lucky not to be cursed or worse-" He turned towards Danny. "Why the fuck didn't you?"

The hainu shrugged, wings doing more of the motion than the rest of him. "They're babies-" Or at least one of them was, borderline liminal as they were. "You play along with toddlers." Honestly he saw why his old rogues found this fun, even if he'd never go as far as they did.

The entire team of vigilante children bristled, one opening their mouth to protest before trenchcoat-soul-dude glared at them all before turning back towards him.

"Though what the fuck do you need that for that you'd steal it- not that any artifact like that should be in a bloody museum and not locked away where idiots can't get to it."

He snorted, the sound more dog-like. Or really more yeti-like, what with how he was taking lessons from Frostbite which meant large chunks of time in the Far Frozen.

"Technically I don't need it, my kid does," Danny held up a finger, marveling slightly at the clouds. It was quite different compared to Amity, what with how everywhere was so ecto-infused that the sky was effected.

"And what does a hainu need with-" the trenchcoat man motioned to the cursed object, which honestly wasn't that bad. But...

"Oh no, he's not a hainu, he's furaribi." Danny honestly wasn't surprised that Jordan wouldn't turn out the same as he, de-aged or not. Not that he was memory-less or anything, cores didn't lose that easily, but he did still have the physical brain of a child.

"Adopted?"

"Nope," he hummed, going over the list of things he still had to do today before returning to Amity. Sam had asked him to get a few more flowers to test how ecto would effect them and he had to pick up some computer parts for Tuck.

"How the fuck."

"My sister's a kitsune, my other sister is a shirouneri, my mom is a shishi, my dad a baku, godfather's an itachi, my boyfriend a raiju, my girlfriend a kirin, and my other girlfriend a yosuzume," he ticked off his fingers, not seeing anything wrong with it. Not like people could get into Amity easily after the whole GIW thing.

"... what the fuck does your family tree look like, mate, because that should be bloody impossible."

Danny shrugged, giving a sharp toothed smile. Yeah, the realms didn't care about that with how malleable ecto was.

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(In case it's not clear: Hainu Danny, Furaribi Dan, Kitsune Jazz, Shirouneri Danny, Lion Dog Maddie, Baku Jack, Itachi Vlad, Raiju Tucker, Kirin Sam & Yosuzume Valerie) (Also feel free to come up with what everyone else might be) (Highly recommend yokai.com for a quick summary of each creature)

[turkicculture]

It's not a museum, it's Nizami metro station of Baku..

[neomustdiexo]

My other acc is can-u-not-14 btw and u replied to my other post

BROO IM SRY I DONT LEAVE HERE IM ON VACATION I STILL WANT O BE ONE OF U ONE OF U

Also any good places to go to in baku? This trip was kinda last minute

LOL ITS OKAYYY WHY R U APOLOGIZING!!!

ok so id recommend targovu, içəri şəhər and sahil

they're the most popular places for tourists imo

there are some cool museums in içeri şəhər and a couple of good restaurants (at least imo)

in targovu i generally like going to a alt shop in Xaqani ticarət mərkəzi,,, its on the top floor but u may struggle a bit while trying to find it

on the first floor of xagani theres also like a vinyl shop,zz i bought a danger days vinyl from there last year for 100 manats,,, which is definitely a bit expensive but ehh

in sahil ofc theres deniz mall,zz nothing special there except the laser tag place and also indoor karting

im pretty sure theres like a outdoor karting grid somewhere in sahil too

maybe its bcuz ive been living here for like 5 years but imo there isnt many interesting stuff

if you're willing to travel a bit (max 2 hours) u can also go to gobustan which has cave drawings or whatever,, its pretty cool

if ure looking for entertainment id recommend going to portal games which is just escape rooms but theyre pretty fun with friends

ya thats all i think ,, if u have any specific requests for places to visit i could give some more too but as of rn im walking home from school and cant rly think of anything:')))

[vro0m]

I’m crying those Well done Baku banners literally cannot be read any other way than sarcastic, even without the context 😂

It was just genuinely embarrassing. Other panels said Baku welcomed all of us

which reads like a weirdly ominous yelp review and simultaneously carries the same energy as children writing "(name) was here" in tourist traps bathroom doors or museum guest books

[optikestrav]

Azerbaijani National Carpet Museum, Baku (2019)

[wistfulcynic]

here in the land of mud and fire

every time i think i'm done posting gentlebeard fic, some new interesting event crops up and my fingers just start typing. This particular folly is for @ecclesiasticallatinfest and their Continental Challenge. It's a two-shot set in Azerbaijan, a country that spans Europe and Asia. First part posts today for Europe, part two will arrive on Tuesday for Asia.

this is by far the most self-referential thing i've written for this fandom. i lived in Azerbaijan 2013-2014 which is when the fic is roughly set. Ed's thoughts and feelings here are basically my own. There's also references to other places i've lived and visited, all real except for the sea turtle sanctuary which does not exist. There is however a Sea Turtle Museum on Kume-jima in Okinawa and it is worth a visit.

aside from all that the fic is basically just a meet-cute, a silly adventure, then sex. Boom, bing, bang.

5k for the first part, rated M

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“…and I still can’t figure out how to get out to Qobustan!” 

With a crisp, economical movement of shoulder, wrist and elbow, Ed makes his shot. The tip of his cue hits the eight ball at precisely the angle he’d intended but Ed doesn’t watch to see if the ball sinks into the pocket. He knows it does based on that angle and on the sound of Izzy’s irritated huff, but Ed’s attention is elsewhere. 

Specifically, it’s on the blond who’s just entered Hops Pub—an only slightly dive-y sports bar near Fountains Square in Baku, popular with locals and Baku’s tiny expat community alike. The blond fits in here about as well as a cut diamond might in a handful of gravel but the man himself doesn’t appear to notice this, or much else around him. He’s gone to stand at the bar now, wearing a turquoise jacket and a bitchy expression, mobile phone pressed to his ear, actually tapping his foot with impatience as Ilya serves other customers. His hair frames his face in flawless golden waves and the pleat in his trousers could cut glass. 

Ed’s fascinated. 

“Another game?” he vaguely hears Izzy say. “Fang, rack ‘em up. Ed? Hey? Edward! You up for a rematch?” 

“Nah.” Ed doesn’t spare him a glance. His eyes are otherwise occupied. “Let Fang have a go.” 

“C’mon, Ed—” 

“He’d just kick your ass again anyway,” Fang points out. Ed chuckles as Izzy splutters. 

“Perils of playing pool with an architect,” he says absently. “We’re all about the angles. Hey, I’m gonna go to the bar, you guys want anything? My round.” 

They all accept of course and Ed heads for the blond. Er, the bar. He heads for the bar. If in doing so he comes extremely close to the blond, well. The man is standing right in front of the bar. Which is where Ed heads. 

“A taxi?” the blond is saying as Ed settles in beside him with his forearms resting on the familiar scarred wood. “Don’t you think I’ve tried that already? None of them are licensed, I don’t think there even is such a thing as licensing here, and the minute the drivers see me coming they form a sort of wordless pact to quote me absolutely absurd sums. It’s pure corporate collusion is what it is.” 

Ed catches Ilya’s eye and indicates with a gesture he’d like another round of their usuals. Ilya acknowledges this, then attempts to catch the eye of the blond. Who entirely fails to notice him or indeed anyone or anything else in his immediate surroundings.

 “What do you mean what was I wearing?” he demands in a testy voice. “The same things I always wear… Well, in this particular instance it was my teal jacquard… No, Lucius, I cannot ‘just wear different clothes’. My clothes are the only clothes I have… No, I didn’t repack after Osaka, why would I… Obviously I brought a proper adventuring outfit but I’m hardly going to wear that until it’s actually time to go… Well, yes, I believe there is a shopping mall around here somewhere but Lucius I simply refuse to lower myself to the gruesome depths of poly-blend suits just to get a reasonable taxi fare. There are limits… No, I’m sure there’s got to be another way.” 

By now Ilya is all but waving his arms in the air to get the blond’s attention and at last he succeeds. “Oh, yes, um.” The man blinks, apparently only just coming to the realisation that he’s in a bar and certain social customs must be observed. “A mojito please, if you have that.” 

“Of course.” It’s impossible to tell from Ilya’s straight face or toneless reply whether he’s annoyed or not but Ed rather suspects he is. “One ‘mojito’, coming right up.” Oh, he’s definitely annoyed. 

Ed shifts his body so he’s facing the blond directly and observes him with unabashed interest. Predictably, it takes him a moment or two to pick up what Ed’s laying down but once he does his reaction is deeply gratifying. His eyes widen, then travel slowly from Ed’s face down his body and back up to his face again. Ed unleashes his most mercilessly sexy grin. The man swallows visibly.

“Lucius,” he says, “I’ll call you back.” 

A tinny voice from the phone’s speaker squawks in protest then is silenced as the blond cuts the call. “Hello,” he says to Ed. 

“Hey,” Ed replies. “So, I heard you say you’re going to Qobustan.” 

“Trying to.” The man pulls a face. “I didn’t think it would be quite this hard.” 

“Yeah? What are you finding hard about it?” 

“Well, my original plan was to hire a car and drive there myself. But I’ve been travelling a lot in the past few years you see and in all the confusion of being away from my usual routine I sort of… forgot to renew my driving licence. Turns out it’s been expired for six months.” 

Ed makes appropriately sympathetic noises and the man continues. “So then I thought, well, surely there will be a bus. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site! But, well.” 

“Yeah, mate, there’s no bus. Not outside Baku.” 

“Which I soon discovered. And then finally there were the taxis.” 

“I heard what you said about the taxis.” Ed can’t keep the amusement from his voice. “You’re absolutely right about them, they charge foreigners extra and you’re probably the most foreigner they’ve ever seen.” 

The blond gives him an odd look, a sort of bemused scowl. “I can’t tell if that’s an insult,” he says. 

“Wasn’t meant as one. Just a statement of fact. There’s not a lot of Western tourism in Baku so most of the foreigners here are Russian, Georgian, or Turkish. The ones that aren’t are probably oil rig workers or English teachers. Hardly surprising they haven’t seen anything like you before.”  

The blond sighs. “I actually get that a lot.” Ed believes him.

Ilya sets Ed’s drinks down on the bar then with exaggerated ceremony places a beautifully constructed mojito on a bar napkin and slides it over to the blond. “Sir’s mojito,” he says, deadpan. “Ten manat.” 

“Oh, right, um—” The blond begins to fumble for his wallet. 

“Put his on my tab,” says Ed in Russian. “Спасибо.” Ilya nods curtly and turns to the next customer. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” The blond picks up the mojito. “I’ve got manat of my own, you know. I didn’t come here entirely unprepared.”  His lips purse around the stripy straw in his drink as he takes a sip and Ed is momentarily distracted. 

“Wait,” he says, once his ability to produce language returns. “Do you speak Russian?” 

“Understand it mostly. Read it a little bit.” He shoots Ed a little smirk. “See? Not entirely unprepared.” 

“And did you know they spoke Russian in Azerbaijan before you came here?” 

The blond’s cheeks pinken. “Not precisely.” 

Ed starts to laugh. 

“Look, I know! This whole trip is a mess. In my defence I’m actually very good at what I do but the logistics surrounding my work are not something I normally have to manage. That’s my assistant’s job but he’s been down with the flu for two weeks and I’ve had to muddle through on my own. Not very well, apparently.” He gives a rueful shrug.

“Why don’t I take you to Qobustan?” Ed offers, casual as you like, as though this is merely a friendly gesture and not the object of the plan he’d formulated about three seconds after first laying eyes on this man. As though it were not the opening salvo of what he hopes will be be a quick and successful campaign to get himself into those sharply pleated trousers. Figuratively speaking, obviously. Pleats are not Ed’s style. 

The man looks taken aback but Ed can see he’s also considering it. “I don’t even know your name,” he says. 

“Ed Teach.” Ed holds out his hand. 

“Er.” The blond takes it in a firm and confident grip. Something ignites low in Ed’s belly. “Stede Bonnet.” 

Ed nods, swallows, forces himself to withdraw his hand. “Well now that we’ve been introduced, Stede Bonnet, can I give you a lift to Qobustan? Tomorrow’s my day off.” 

“Really?” Stede brightens. “On a Thursday? That’s a bit of luck.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

Tomorrow’s not Ed’s day off, of course. He doesn’t really have days off. But what’s the point of being the fucking boss if you can’t skive when you feel like it? Life is short and there are shiny blond men to fuck.  

“Well, if you’re sure it’s not an imposition,” says Stede. 

“Definitely not.” 

“And you aren’t some sort of deranged killer?” 

“Never on a Thursday. That’s my day off.” 

Stede laughs. It makes his eyes sparkle and his nose crinkle, exposes the line of his throat as he tilts his head back. Ed wants to devour him. “Then I’m delighted to accept your generous offer,” he says. “Thank you.” His beaming smile lights up the dim pub and Ed’s insides alike. 

“Cool,” Ed manages. He’s cool, everything’s cool. “Can’t wait.” 

continue reading on AO3

[rggtattoos]

Hey! I've been meaning to ask where you got your information on the nuance of these kinds of tattoos? I've been meaning to look into it for ages but i just keep finding nothing but subtly racist picture compilation books by people who very evidently don't know what they're talking about and it's a little agonizing.

I definitely feel your pain on this one! It can be agonizing finding reliable resources, especially when it comes to folklore. It is very easy for misinformation to spread on something that relies on word-of-mouth communication in the first place. I mainly do my research online, so the possibility of finding false info is high. I do a LOT of reading, from as mainly sites as possible. I tend to favor .edu, official news sites, sites for art and history museums, organizations for cultural preservation, or sites run by noted folklore scholars whenever possible.

For example, I found someone talking about tattoos in Yakuza, and they said that the hakutaku eats dreams. I poured over my sources and could find no mention of dreams in relation to the hakutaku, even from a very thoroughly researched source who has published multiple books on yokai. I checked the Wikipedia (which any good teacher will tell you is a starting place, not an end source) and there was the line about eating dreams. I checked the source of the quote and it WAS from a published Japanese scholar…of Buddhism, not folklore. It was just a one-off line, seemingly mistaking the hakutaku for another yokai, perhaps the baku. Wikipedia quoted it, so this person took it at face-value without checking the source.

all my resources can be found HERE, but If I were to recommend just 3 sources for anyone who would be interested in this kind of research they would be:

Yokai.com - A website run by illustrator and writer of several different books on Japanese yokai, Matthew Meyer. Very thorough and well-organized, with fun illustrations of every entry. Even has many very rare yokai mentioned.

A to Z Photo Dictionary Of Japanese Buddhist Statuary - Detailed descriptions of the various gods, goddesses, and other creatures in Japanese Buddhist myth, along with some info on Shinto as well. Goes over the history of depictions in art as Buddhism traveled from India to China. Tons of photographs, with additional external sources.

Artist Horitomo's Comments on the Tattoos of RGG - Hard to get a better source than the artist's own mouth! The comments are very short, but give a lot of insight as to why certain tattoos were chosen for certain characters. Unfortunately it only has the tattoos from games 1-5, nothing from 6, 7, or 0.

[bubblesorbubbles]

Honor to writers and poets

Kodak Ektachrome E100

[flairyourtrip]

This is how you will explore Baku in 5 days with Flairyourtrip

ITINERARY:

Day 1: Explore the Old City Morning: Begin your day at the iconic Baku Boulevard for a picturesque view of the Caspian Sea. Visit the Flame Towers, a modern symbol of Baku. Afternoon: Head to the UNESCO-listed Old City (Icherisheher) and explore historical landmarks like the Maiden Tower and Shirvanshah’s Palace. Enjoy local Azerbaijani cuisine in one of the charming cafes. Evening: Stroll through the cobbled streets of the Old City at sunset. Capture stunning photographs of the Flame Towers illuminated at night.

Day 2: Modern Baku Morning: Visit Heydar Aliyev Center, a masterpiece of contemporary architecture. Explore the Baku Modern Art Museum. Afternoon: Have lunch at a local restaurant with a view of the Flame Towers. Visit the Azerbaijan Carpet Museum to appreciate traditional Azerbaijani craftsmanship. Evening: Experience the vibrant nightlife at Fountain Square. Dine at a rooftop restaurant for panoramic city views.

Day 3: Gobustan National Park Morning: Head to Gobustan National Park to explore ancient rock carvings and mud volcanoes. Learn about Azerbaijan’s prehistoric history at the Gobustan State Historical and Artistic Museum. Afternoon: Have a picnic lunch in the picturesque landscapes of Gobustan. Return to Baku and relax at the hotel. Evening: Enjoy a leisurely dinner at a local restaurant.

Day 4: Absheron Peninsula Morning: Explore Ateshgah (Fire Temple), a historical and architectural monument. Visit Yanar Dag, a natural gas fire which has been burning for centuries. Afternoon: Have lunch at a seaside restaurant on the Absheron Peninsula. Relax at one of the nearby beaches or visit the Bibi-Heybat Mosque. Evening: Return to Baku and explore the local markets for souvenirs.Dinner at a traditional Azerbaijani restaurant.

Day 5: Day Trip to Sheki Morning: Take a morning flight or drive to Sheki, a charming city surrounded by mountains. Visit Sheki Khans’ Palace, renowned for its exquisite stained glass windows. Afternoon: Have lunch at a local restaurant. Explore Sheki’s Old City and visit the Sheki History Museum. Evening: Return to Baku and spend your last evening shopping for local crafts and souvenirs.

[accuratepicuresofanthropologists]

Kamer Aga-Oglu via the University of Michigan. This comes from a very good summary biography of her life .

"Kamer Aga-Oglu was curator of the Museum’s Asian collections from 1945 to 1974. An extraordinary scholar, Aga-Oglu single-handedly transformed the study of Asian ceramics, focusing particularly on understudied Asian trade wares in the Museum’s collections.

Aga-Oglu was born on October 15, 1903, in Shusha in the Republic of Azerbaijan, and she completed her early schooling in Baku in the South Caucasus. In 1921, following years of violence and the Bolshevik invasion, her family fled on foot to Turkey and then to Western Europe. "

[tarkanarslan]

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