#Biscari

[livesunique]

Banquet hall, Biscari palace, Catania, Sicily, Italy

[dolcesostenuto]

Palazzo Biscari | by dimoraminima

[fabforgottennobility]

Palazzo Biscari, Catania

[madeleineengland]

The stair of Palazzo Biscari (Catania, Sicily) from 1750. It's a important symbol of the italian baroque and it's called "fiocco di nuvola/cloud flake".

[dykesynthezoid]

WIP game!!

Was tagged by @pinkgrapefloyd (ty!!) to share part of a WIP. I have soooo many rn so I picked a couple with a common theme lol

First is from the 2x05 devil’s minion fic I’ve been working on since June bc I am simply Very Slow:

When Armand reached past the boundaries of his memory, images fading into nothing, he recalled a singular impression; like that of standing in a dark room. It had been almost five hundred years, but he could still remember what darkness looked like to his human eyes. He remembered what it was like for his body to know there were objects in the dark, things that occupied the space, that loomed, even when his eyes could take in nothing.

This was what the absence of memory felt like; standing in a dark room, knowing it to be full of objects and furniture and god knows what else, but without any idea of form, or appearance, or boundary. Even the room itself would be unknown— How large was it? How high was the ceiling? Were you two feet from the wall, or six, or twelve? If you reached a hand out to touch, what would you be met with? Wood corners, breakable glass, something worse, nothing at all? Would you even dare to guess?

And here is a bit from a piece of original fiction (also w vampires) that I’ve been working on (cw for violence, gore, implied mind control)

Vincent could not process the words before the shot rang out, but he knew a command when he heard one. Then, with his ears ringing and the guard's body slumped halfway down a wall painted high with blood that looked sickeningly black under the dull fluorescents, he understood. Eat it, the monster had said.

Tagging @leohtttbriar @oldbutchdaniel @asthedeathoflight if they’d like to do it ☺️

[betomad]

Palazzo Biscari, Sicily. Italy

[recherchestetique]

staircase palazzo Biscari - Catania

[dixt]

palazzo biscari in catania, italy ⋅ ph. paolo abate 

[bookloversofbath]

Bitter Victory: The Battle for Sicily 1943 :: Carlo D'Este

[ionmarkelargazkiak]

MANEz B.

[mypepemateossus]

[soaveintermezzo]

Palazzo Biscari, Catania, Sicilia, Italia.

[pharology101]

LOTD: Sciara Biscari

(from: http://www.ibiblio.org/lighthouse/sic.htm)

Sciara Biscari (Catania) (2)

1951 (station established 1863). Active; focal plane 31 m (102 ft); white flash every 5 s. 28 m (92 ft) round masonry tower with lantern and gallery. Lighthouse painted white; lantern dome is gray metallic. Trabas has Capt. Peter's photo, Haraszti Zoltan has a 2021 photo, Rosso Lavico has a 2014 photo, Huelse has a postcard view that must date from very soon after the lighthouse was built, and Google has a street view and a satellite view. We lack information on the original lighthouse, also described as a round white tower. Located at the south end of the Via Domenico Tempio on the Catania waterfront about 800 m (1/2 mi) south of the port area. Site open, tower closed. . ARLHS ITA-158; EF-2796; Admiralty E1828; NGA 10400.

(full photo found here; ©Rosso Lavico)

[raffaella342utopie]

Bathroom, Palazzo Biscari, Catania (UNESCO World Heritage List, 2002), Sicily. Italy, 18th century.

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[ilcontephotography]

Palazzo Biscari, by Alonzo Di Benedetto, Girolamo Palazzotto and Francesco Battaglia (1763).

Catania, Italy.

© Roberto Conte (2019)

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

Entry #001.v2.final

I have had the pleasure of meeting Yandin once before, in the aftermath of the Indomitus Crusade's arrival over Taralus. The navigator records on the Macragge's Honour had listed that dusty old ball of drab rock and snow as an Armoury World, so there was a fair amount of bemusement all round when we got word of a sizeable contingent of Astartes dug in on the planet's surface. Initial communications indicated they'd been holed up for some time in an old ruin near one of the old space elevators. They identified themselves as Iron Fists, and were claiming the planet as their ancestral chapter world. By all account, Crusade Command spent no small effort to screen them for foul play, corruption or infiltration. While the Iron Fists' claim to Taralus was eventually upheld, there was a general interest from higher up in gathering more information about the chapter and verifying some of the accounts that were coming out of Taralus. Remembrancer Anjelika Biscari led the effort, and took a small team down to the planet's surface to conduct interviews, appraise structures and write reports. I was still fairly new to the role then, and my visit to the Godspire anchorage terminal was the first time I worked alone in the field. Biscari had gone down a few hours before me and had emphasised an unusual need for brevity. "Broad strokes only", I believe her words were, and I didn't understand what she meant until I stepped out of the lander and saw the planet surface for the first time. The sights of war stretched all the way out to the horizon, and the ragged landscape of the Godspire mountains were littered with the husks of drop pods, tanks and bunkers. You couldn't walk twenty meters without passing a pile of burning dead, and it was here I first encountered sergeant Cosrau Yandin, sixth squad, second company Iron Fists. The moment stuck in my head rather prominently, as I recall he was helping a couple of disposal operatives clear a maintenace passage. The two men had been struggling with the body of a metahuman, still in its power armour, and as the sergeant reached in and dragged it out, I decided on a  bit of a whim to snag a pict-capture. It was only once I looked up that I realised I'd just got my first ever look at a Chaos Space Marine. Regrettably, I was only able to spend a few hours with the sergeant on Taralus. Broad strokes, Biscari had asked for, so that was all I could really capture. The Crusade did not linger long at Taralus, and before long the Iron Fists were well behind us. It's only been in recent months, as the Grand Conclave of Baal winds down, that I've had the opportunity and freedom to track the Iron Fists down and produce more of a complete history of the Chapter. It also gave me an opportunity to present Yandin, now Captain of the seventh company, with the pict-capt I took on our first meeting. (or rather, a remaster: most of my original pict-logs were scrambled quite badly during a brush with the bleak coil two years ago, so I had a colleague of mine, Artov Ilqar, recreate the pict with oil on canvas. See attached.) I've since had the opportunity to interview Captain Yandin on a number of aspects of his chapter's history, and hope to catalogue some of the more notable testimonies, treatises and accounts here. Throne willing, Hester Vinchix Calimorre, Historiographer-Moderatus, Logos Historica Verita.