#Jacques’s the jester

[shadowtoons]

What road rage looks like with Judas XD

[the-elven-jester]

Victoria raised a brow at Jacc. her arms folded across her chest. " Did you just.. call that woman a demon.. and throw hand sanitizer into her face? " - @murdxrxfcrxws

“She was coming at me!! What was Jacc suppose to do?! She screeched, and saw those eyes glow! Soooooo- Jacc thrown it at her.” Jacc explained.

Truly the world’s greatest idiot.

[coolbugdoodles]

jester of the year award

[purpleskkfosblog05]

my take of Jacques

2023 version and 2019 version

[undead-knick-knack]

Some possible ideas for Jester's nude portrait of Fjord

Now, obviously Fjord's portrait would be much girthier and larger 😉, but I think my vision is clear

(the paintings are as followed: Nude Study of Thomas E. McKeller by John Singer Sargent // Automedon with the Horses of Achilles by Henri Regnault // Nu Masculino by Théodore Géricault // The Wrath of Achilles by François-Léon Benouville // Triumphant Athlete by Franseco Hayez // Hector's Body by Jacques-Louis David // Male-Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched by William Etty)

[b00ks1ut]

It’s All About Trust

Joe Liebgott X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, war, fluff (an attempt anyway I think), swearing, Briefly mention of reader being a medic, reader has a shit ton of siblings (relatable), not that many physical descriptions if any, mentions of death, normal Band of Brothers stuff

Sorry if this is bad. I’ve never written any BoB fanfiction and really have like hardly any writing experience at all so hopefully this isn’t horrible. Please give me feed back if you want. Thank you! Also sorry for the ending. It’s kinda abrupt but it’s the best I could get lol

Bois Jacques is hell. A very very cold hell. Nothing could truly combat the cold that seeps into everyone around me. Not even the plainish slop they feed us in an attempt at food. Or in the current case, cold, hard “pancakes”, or that’s what Domingus says they are.

Don pokes at his and calls after our ever so kind cook, “Joe these smell like my armpit!”

“At least your armpit is warm.” Skip grumbles from Malarkey’s side as he holds his pancake up for emphasis.

“You want syrup with that?” Domingus sasses back to him.

“Joe, be honest, what’s in these things anyway?” Don asks the retreating man.

“Nothing you won’t eat, Malarkey.” He replies.

“I won’t eat Malarkey.” Spina shoots back quickly causing us all grouped up to let out a chorus of laughs.

Julian brings back the topic of Babe and Spina’s run in with a German on their search for 3rd Battalion. “Hey, maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?”

This happens to hit my funny bone and I let out a snort leading to the rest of the men’s laughter to only further increase until Peacock comes around looking for Dike.

“Try battalion CP, sir.” I tell the man. The rest of us wait for him to walk away on his hunt for the company CO before we break our into giggles again.

“Try Paris.” Skip laughs.

“Try Hinkle.” Malarkey adds, only increasing our laughter and before I know it tears are pricking my eyes.

Spina begins his less than great German impression and I have to leave before I piss myself laughing.

I seem to run into a brick wall in my way back to my foxhole, tears of laughter still stinging my eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that (y/n/n).” A deep southern voice speaks from above me.

I take a look and send a smile at the blonde who’s got me held by the shoulders.

“You’re all good Bull, no harm done.” I tell him as I step out of his hold. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done.” He repeats before walking away with a smile sent to me.

I continue to make my way back to my temporary home of a frozen foxhole. I look down to find none other than Joseph Liebgott.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the rageful Jew. I don’t think it’s any specific thing that made me so drawn to him but rather his whole entire being.

On the other hand he’s never shown any direct attraction to me. Sure nearly all the men of Easy have sent me a glance at least once but I don’t blame them, I’m one of the few women they’ve interacted with past a single night in around 2 years. But past a glance none of the boys have soberly tried anything.

Especially Joe. He’s not unfriendly to me but he’s never really gone out of his way to interact with me. Not until now.

He’s sitting alone in my foxhole, hands tucked under his armpits, gun leaning in the dirt next to him, and his eyes intensely trained on the line.

“Joe? Did you get lost?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Uh?” He looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Not lost, just looking for someone to talk to.”

“Luz’s hole is like 2 over that way.” I told him pointing in the direction of the jester’s own hiding place.

“Well good thing I wasn’t looking for George then, yeah?” He says with his trademark smirk. “I can leave if you’d like me to, though.”

"You're fine, but can I ask a question?" I asked as I began the short descent into the frozen foxhole.

"Shoot away (y/l/n)." The Californian told me, looking back at the line across the cold, white field.

"Why are you talking to me? I'm don't mean to be rude but you've never put any effort into having any interaction with me." I asked sitting across from him and stuffing my frozen hands into my jacket pockets.

"I'm just trying to be friendly. No time better than the present, right? Do you have a problem with that? I can leave if you need me to." Joe had begun to get a little defensive but that's hardly surprising when he'll jump at a chance to be upset, whether isn’t reasonable or not.

"Why now? There's hardly a point in making friends when fucking Babe and Spina barely just ran from a Kraut fucking foxhole so excuse my confusion at your extremely sudden olive branch when we're all about to be sent home either on a stretcher or in an enveloped as a piece of shitty metal with our names stamped into it!" I grabbed my dog tags and shook them for emphasis. It took all of my self control to not start yelling or crying, but I could feel the sting of unshed tears at my eyes. "We're all going to be blown to kingdom come by all of this damned artillery." I whisperd.

"Hey. That's not true. We've made it this far but look at us. Sitting in this frozen hell hole and you're alive, I'm alive, and so is Bull and George, Don, Babe, Doc, Skip, Penkala, Perco, and Buck and Lip." He began listing some of the guys we had been with for so long. "I know it's scary and there's not a single thing I can promise you to make anything seem ok, because I'm scared and I have no clue what's going to happen even 10 seconds from now but one thing I can tell you that might make you feel slightly better is that you've made it this far. You made it through Sobel's shitty personalty, Normandy, Carentan, and I know that if you have made it this far without a scratch then what can take you down? You’re what, one of nine kids back at home, you managed to talk and work your way into the airborne and then continue to be an absolute badass throughout boot camp and combat!” He took a break to really look at me and I took that as an opportunity to defend myself and my feelings.

“I’m really flattered but don’t you think I’ve been too lucky? I’ve come so far with nothing more than a bruise and I’m sure the next thing you know I’ll be blown to pieces! I don’t know why I thought I could do this, Joe! I’m fucking terrified and there’s no where to go!” I can feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes and in a sorry attempt to stop them I look to the sky. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore.”

“Hey, you can’t go thinking like that. You’re going to make it out of here alive. I need you to believe that because trust me when I say that you are the toughest damned woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

The tears couldn’t be held any longer and the dam broke, salty waves rolling down the sides of face into my hair line. A sob escaped my lips before I could muffle it with a fist that had been stuffed between my lips only seconds too late.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, (y/n), we’re all feeling it, you’re the only one brave enough to let anyone see it.”

I let out a scoff. ‘Brave’ is not the right word to use. “I’m pathetic. I’m sitting here crying, doing nothing to help anyone around me who has it worse. I’m a a medic for fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t be crying when I routinely see how bad I could have it.”

Joe had only pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm around me, essentially cradling my shaking form. “Don’t you see? That’s what makes you so brave, (y/n). You see all these men in so much pain and put yourself in harms way to make sure they get patched up and safe. You are completely allowed to be overwhelmed and scared and cold and any other feeling a person can have. Not one man here would blame you for being upset right now. They know that as long as you are safe so are they, because when shit goes down you’re always there to help us.” He was talking so softly and so gently that I couldn’t help but cry harder.

“Oh fuck.” I muttered , wiping at my eyes. “I’m sorry Joe.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Doll.” He gave me an affectionate pat. “Just know that you are such a light in the dark here, and not one of the men in these woods would judge you right now.”

I gave him a weak smile and sniffed, wiping at my eyes and nose. “Thank you, Joe, really. I’m forever grateful.”

“Oh don’t mention it, just don’t go telling anyone that I give out cuddles, I can’t have my reputation ruined like that.” Joe snickered with his smirk and a pat to my side.

“Your secret is safe with me as long as you don’t go telling people I cry.” I tittered and wrapped my arm around his neck.

“Your secret is safe with me, (y/n).”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“It’s all about trust. I trust you, you trust me; that’s how this has to work, yeah?” I was nearly bumping noses with him and if I wanted to I could just lean in a little and kiss him. The thought quickly crosses my mind but part of me knows better.

“I trust you, Joseph Liebgott.” I meant it, with more of my heart than I thought was still there.

[lillianrs-art]

@clownartmonth Day 21 - Museum! 🎪

Had no idea what to do with the prompt, so I drew my character Jacques the Pirate Jester. He's a freak and I love him.

[anodesu]

Swordtember 2023 is upon us, and I have been... sick. So I'm behind by a few days, which is totally fine. My general rules are to go in blind, draw for no more than 2 hours, and post whatever I've got with a wee prompt. So here's the first 10! Swordtember 2023 is upon us, and I have been... sick. So I'm behind by a few days, which is totally fine. My general rules are to go in blind, draw for no more than 2 hours, and post whatever I've got with a wee prompt. So here's the first 10! Day 1: Witch. Witch duels are not to be trifled with. There’s no spells, only speed and the bite of steel.

Day 2: Wizard Though unassuming on its own, this item is an attempt at incorporating spells into close-range combat: a magic circle that channels spells into a temporary blade using magic-imbued gemstones. Seen below: Acid and Frost respectively.

Day 3: Rogue

In contrast to popular belief, stabbing victims are not loud, and take time to react to their wounds. A needle-like blade housed within a mahogany walking stick makes for deep wounds that don’t bleed fast, giving the wielder the chance to make a subtle retreat.

Day 4: Dragonslayer “They say nothing can pierce the scales of a dragon? What about- hear me out here…the scales of a dragon?” It’s a ceremonial piece.

Day 5: Spymaster

Delicate and crystalline for the sake of stealth, this is admittedly a somewhat advanced and niche weapon. Did I paint this at a concert? Yes.

Day 6: Knight Errant

“Oh yeah, this old thing’s seen a lot, but I’m saving up for a new one. Speaking o’ which… got any jobs?”

Day 7: Oracle

"The Looking Glass".

Day 8: Jester Incorporating weaponry into performances was admittedly not entirely for show. It started because Jacques had a notoriously big mouth and needed to defend himself from some of the knights he enjoyed roasting.

Day 9: Royal Hunt Master It’s an old tradition in the kingdom that when a new hunt master is sworn in, the weapon forged for them is made from parts of their greatest kill. A trophy, and a testament to their greatness. (Why yes, they DID slay a unicorn)

Day 10: Healer. Life Stealer. Does what it says on the box. Heals your allies with the blood of your enemies.

That's all for now. 10 down, 20 to go.

[xxacid-milkixx]

plz meet my circus colleagues:

ronnie

mom couldnt find marx on amazon in 2015 so she got jester kirby (mirby)

santiago

Jacques

large man who is squished between my bed

bondage dimentio

hanging snopy

jack

[shadowtoons]

Hi shadowtoons!! So uh how tall is Dr noxious and jacc compared to the bbu gang?

Love your art so much!! merry christmas!!!❤️❤️❤️

Wouldn’t be any different lol

Happy holidays to you also!

[music-oc-tournament]

VILLAIN BRACKET SIDE B

Under the cut is a list of the second half of contestants for our tournament. This is just a list to get you familiar with who you're going to be voting for, the actual polls will start Wednesday, the 19th!

ENTROPY, SEVERAL BILLION YEARS, SHE/HER, A GIANT SPACE DRAGON WHO HAS EXISTED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND EATS PLANETS FOR SUSTENANCE, CREATED BY @sushispider1212

VS NATHAN, 24 BUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME IS IRRELEVANT TO HIM, HE/HIM, AN IMMORTAL WHO MUST KILL IN ORDER TO REINCARNATE AND IN AN OBSESSIVE LOVE WITH ANOTHER OF HIS KIND, CREATED BY @laikacore

MORDIGGIAN, 27, HE/THEY, KNOWN AS "THE LUNG" AND HOST TO AN OLD GOD NAMED TOCSIN, CREATED BY @trapdoornumberthree

VS JACQUES JACQUIER, 120 YEARS OLD, PRIMARILY HE/HIM BUT ANY PRONOUNS ARE OK, A DEMON AND RIGHT HAND MAN OF THE LORD OF HELL WHO LIVES BY THE MOTTO OF "SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK'N'ROLL", CREATED BY @wrappedinblack

NYX ANDRAS BRONWEN, AGE [REDACTED], XE/XEM, THE ENDGAME VILLAIN BEHIND EVERY TRAGEDY, THE ONE PULLING ALL THE STRINGS, CREATED BY @toonfanstars

VS VIRGROXXAN, CREATED AT THE BIRTH OF THE UNIVERSE, ANY PRONOUNS BUT PRIMARILY SHE/IT, THE CREATOR OF CURSES, CORRUPTION, AND CHAOS, CREATED BY @numberonemagolorfan

YUUKO NISENIWA, AGELESS (20'S PHYSICALLY), SHE/HER, A KITSUNE GIRL FROM THE OTHERWORLD WHO POSES AS A THERAPIST IN ORDER TO MISLEAD AND DISRUPT THE DREAMS OF HUMANS, CREATED BY @tlvq

VS RATCH, AGE UNKNOWN, IT/ITS, A DEVILISH JESTER POSSESSING THE WORLDS MOST PATHETIC DUDE IN ORDER TO KILL THE KING, CREATED BY @batmanslegos

SEBASTIAN BONTONE, 22, ANY PRONOUNS OTHER THAN SHE/HER, THE CHILD OF A CRUEL MAGICAL CREATURE WHO THEY EVENTUALLY TAKE DOWN, PROTECTING HIS FAMILY BUT DISREGARDING EVERYONE ELSE, CREATED BY @scentedtyrantwitch

VS SOMMNUS, 19, HE/HIM AND THEY/THEM, A HERO FROM TWO LONG LINEAGES OF IMPORTANT HEROES, WHO EVENTUALLY LEAVES AND BECOMES A VILLAIN WITH THEIR 'ROOMMATE', CREATED BY @exist101

ROTT, 230, HE/HIM, A COMEDIC AND SARCASTIC GUY WHO'S SECRETLY A ZOMBIE THAT FEASTS ON OTHERS TO SUSTAIN HIMSELF, CREATED BY @transsalad

VS LORD AVARICE, IMMORTAL, HE/HIM, A PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE SIN OF GREED, TEMPTING MORTALS INTO DEALS THAT DOOM THEM, CREATED BY @userthatisnotauser

RASPUTIN, AGE UNKNOWN, HE/THEY, A KENKU-ESQUE CREATURE OBSESSED WITH ACHIEVING GODHOOD, AND KILLING OTHER GODS IN THE PROCESS, CREATED BY @tiktaaliker

VS PYRAMID, AGELESS, HE/HIM, SOMEONE WHO TAKES THE CONCEPT OF BLACK AND WHITE THINKING TOO FAR, BELIEVING ANY WRONGDOING SHOULD BE PUNISHED NO MATTER THE REASON, CREATED BY @cabarettaximan

CRYPTO SYMBOL, ADULT, SHE/THEY/HE, AN AGENDER, AROMANTIC, ASEXUAL SWAG DOOFENSHMIRTZ-ESQUE VILLAIN WHO ACTS MORE EVIL THAN THEY ACTUALLY ARE, CREATED BY @element-kitten-klaws

VS SONG OF MARIGOLD, ADULT, SHE/HER, A WILD CAT MANIPULATOR WHO STEPS ON OTHERS TO GET WHAT SHE WANTS, AND TAKES ADVANTAGE OF DISASTER TO GAIN POWER, CREATED BY @storm-of-silver

[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter XV

Featuring this week:

The Portrait of a Nobleman as a Well Dressed Criminal Beyond Legal Punishment

further fleshing out of Fitz-Harris, an atypical court jester/manservant-as-comic-relief

Clarissa surprised by Lovelace, from a series of illustrations after Stothard for Richardson's Clarissa.

Last chapter closed with a brief line about Fitz-Harris’ having the act of talking as the focus of his “monomania”. This was a 19th century medical term (defined by the littré as a “madness or delirium concerning a single object”) (readers of Balzac will be familiar) Fitz-Harris being portrayed as an irrefreinable, almost ""pathological"" chatterbox, and the choice of the scientific term is interesting to me because:

1)It possibly ties Fitz-Harris with a previous famous working class “monomaniac of talking”, (although Diderot does not call him that iirc) of French Literature, one that Borel was familiar with: Diderot’s Jacques the Fatalist. In Jacques’s case, being a chatterbox is not a negative trait. (and Jacques, although occasionally morally ambiguous, is more of a positive character than Fitz-Harris) Although he’s not always control his loquacity, it reveals Jacques’ a narrative fecundity, how his brain engenders infinite stories. (The Master finds this trait both entertaining when he’s bored AND upsetting when he wants quiet, because he thinks of Jacques not as a whole person, but rather, an appliance: sometimes a radio, a bodyguard, a manservant) however, Diderot has the assertive, formidable Jacques apologize for his excessive chatter once or twice, illustrating how it is something he cannot always control, and can cause him discomfort.

2) Why use the word monomania? As we hear Fitz-Harris speak directly in chapter 15, we see his talk is peppered not only with jokes and word play, and puns, but also with scientific jargon (he knows some botany, he talks about naturists). He is a kind of shakesperean court jester to the marquis de Villepastour, (although he never abuses the man, he certainly speaks in a bolder manner than usual for a mere soldier talking to his aristocratic superior) but he’s up to the modern scientific lingo as well.

We have talked before how Borel mocks phrenology in the 1st chapter of this book, how he laughs at the archaeologists trying to study the Druidic vestiges through a far removed, theoretic approach while ignoring similar customs still in practice in neighbouring countries of shared Celtic origin... Borel seems to have many problems with the uses of science of his day. Fitz-Harris goes on about the naturalists, the classifying of plants, dissecting the marquis’ metaphor to render it meaningless. He uses scientific jargon to divert and distract, which, could be another jab at the role of science. Of course Fitz-Harris is half heartedly trying to divert the talk away from Debby, or pretending to want to do so, but nothing forced Borel to pick science as Harris’ special interest.

(We get our 1st mention of the titular Character, Madame Putiphar. Swans of the wrong color / court swans. I feel like cygnes de la cour is an allusion to something but I have no idea to what and I have a feeling I am missing the joke here?)(cam suggested the swans are pure while the court is corrupted but it seems that it’s not a preexisting clichéed phrase)

We finally meet Villepastour as well, whom Borel has been mentioning briefly in the last couple of Parisian chapters. He is a solidly built character character, completely nasty of course, but keeping it all behind a polite, refined façade. He is a poem on the trope of the depraved nobles of the 18th c (their credo extensively portrayed by sade, laclos, etc). Keeping a polished appearance is of utmost importance, while still indulging their worst impulses and getting away with it.

So, when Fitz-Harris complains to his superior (alla Jacques the fatalist complaining to his master that he is more than just a "Jacques". Fitz-Harris is possibly a perversion of Figaro as well, 18th c french lit seems to feature some amount of servants suddenly asking to be treated as humans) that it's HIM who is being disrespected -a bold claim from a pleb to a noble- because after all, Villepastour is treating him, Fitz-Harris, like a lowly pimp, he is completely correct. However, Fitz-Harris is very enthusiastic in earning his superiors approval and ruining Patrick, and depriving him of whatever advantages he has that Harris doesn’t enjoy (a wife, the admiration of Villepastour)

A bit on Villepastour’s admiration. Again, didn’t Almaviva admire Figaro? As a servant, he did! But he also believed servants are his appliances and playthings, so he sees no contradiction in taking Figaro’s wife-to-be’s virginity, benefiting from his droit du signeur. The same happens with Villepastour, he respects Patrick’s integrity, he understands he is a capable and honorable professional soldier, but the breach separating nobles from plebs is too vast, he knows Patrick is his subordinate, his instrument, and he can take his wife for fun if he wants to because these people are either his playthings or his tools.

Villepastour is also completely aware that what he is doing is wrong and plays holier-than-thou with Harris, accusing him of betraying his brother, his beloved Pylades, his friend in a foreign land, Patrick Fitz-Whyte. And this is of course, completely true as well, as per the narrator filling us in on how jealous and envious he is, how ready he is to badmouth others -AND himself, which is interesting, possibly adding to the jester aspect-. He certainly did try and make Villepastour lose his admiration for Fitz-Whyte, all while wearing the mask of friendship for his fellow compatriot.

After the dialogue we get Villepastours’ proper introduction by the narrator (remember how Borel used to introduce his characters -escept perhaps Fitz-Harris- letting us hear them speak before, and giving us “objective” biographies after the reader had had a chance to make up their mind about their personality via dialogue)

We are told he was born during Philippe d’Orleans Regency, a period thought of in the 1840’s as one of sexual freedom, and or “depravity” (“(...)tu es très Régence mon vieux ! Voilà ce que c’est que d’être trop bel homme !” says Vautrin to his henchman Paccard, nicknamed fameux lapin, possibly implying he is fond of having sex, and lots of it. Earlier, in Splendeurs as well we get:“elle était franche dans sa dépravation, elle avouait son culte pour les mœurs de la Régence.” regency -> possibly romantic shorthand for a period of -ugh how to word this. Aristocratic Excesses and Debauchery)

So of course there has to be a sexual scandal in Villepastour’s Regency Origin Story. He is rumoured to be the fruit of incest, so his blood is thought of as being extremely purified and refined (these gossips had possibly not heard of Habsburg lips?) He was backed and protected by a shadowy hand of possibly royal origin. He owes this protector being a colonel at age 25, we are told. (again, there’s no illusion of a meritocracy in the ancien régime Paris of Madame Putiphar)

Villepastour is also a hunter, but a gentleman hunter. That is to say, he pursues sex at all cost, but has some restraint and decorum his Regency predecessors didn’t. What does this decorum entail? We will soon see. He also stuck to traditional definitions of Right and Wrong, of Justice and Injustice “I don’t dare say (he stuck to) feelings (of right and wrong/justice injustice)”, the narrator says. That is so good, once again, it’s all about seeming, rather than being moral. He sticks to the correct forms that make himself look good to others.

These concepts were inculcated by his preceptor, a man from the old court of Louis XIV, the “grand règne”, -XIV’s government usually seen as the pinnacle of french monarchy- but they only managed to give Villepastour a patina of morality, making of him nothing more than “some kind of hypocrite” a false, ridiculous and perfumed biped form of Dupaty’s Voyage en Italie or The Letters to Emilie on Mythology by Dumoustier. (My copy's translator informs on the footnotes both books are rather sappy, sentimental literature from the 18th c)

So, the narrator sums up, Villepastour is completely satisfied with Harris’ debriefing, he merely pretends to be cross and appalled at his dishonour because he does not want to show gratitude to a man incapable of showing restraint (again, it’s all in the form, acting proper, having manners while pursuing sinister purposes)

That very Sunday, armed with Fitz-Harris' intel, Villepastours gets ready to accost Debby at mass. He wears springtime green, simbolizing his amorous hopes (like the green knight of Youth did in the poem/prologue)(the association of green with desire as seen in the expression vert-gallant, Richelieu’s fabled green velvet seduction outfit, the song Greensleeves and surely more, seems to be lost nowadays)

So he wears green, he douses himself in perfume, he wears All of the Lace, to seduce Debby. And forth he goes, completely ignoring the fact that a) Debby is not into him b) she is seriously religious and actually at church to pray, c)is incredibly uncomfortable because she doesn’t want to bring attention to herself by loudly rejecting him -which sadly shows that Debby is not completely devoid of the bad aspects of feminine gender role conditioning-

The man is disgusting and relentless, touching her, stealing her glove, whispering flirty phrases in latin -because he is ~classy~—interestingly, women were not usually taught latin and it was used to be able to get away with rude/sexual expressions in front of supposedly unsuspecting women—the latin here however gets translated we don’t know if by villepastour or by the narrator-, into her ear, and Debby endures all of this rather than make herself the focus of attention by standing/changing places/leaving mass early. She is incredibly uncomfortable, but she doesn’t show it. She looks like a statue. Cold and un-responsive. But once she’s outside the church she dares talk back, and asks him to leave her alone. He tries to guilt trip her instead, asking for mercy, as such passion inspired by her excessive beauty can only be cured by being sated, etc etc. Debby asks of him merely to stop dishonouring her, she is in danger of having her reputation ruined. And for a man as concerned with appearances as Villepastour, invoking HONOUR works like a spell. Yes, he claims to care for her honour -to him that means, her keeping an appearance of respectability- so he lets her go, but. Of course he follows her discretely to check her address. Once he confirms where she lives, he strolls away, with a content, almost playful air.

[lewisrises]

At least Adam basically caused jacques to leave. Ricciardo will be the only person leaving when he gets left seatless once again

he thinks he’ll walk back into the paddock and get the same jaw dropping reactions adam gave us as if we don’t see him every weekend acting court jester for rbr’s media and implying lewis is playing mind games.

[theadventurerslog]

Discworld | Part 5

To the tune of Frère Jacques/Brother John Are you sleeping

What do I do, what do I do? I am stuck! I am stuck! What the heck do I do? What the heck do I do? Damn, dang, darn. Damn, dang, darn

So, I only lost my marbles for a short time... No, never mind it was a short reprieve before they were indeed, lost again. Basically just a lot of losing and finding. But, as for the first problem, I did make some early progress thanks to hints--thanks friend! Friend hints feel much better to get than just looking up stuff. And gah, this game. No wonder it has the reputation it does.

I needed black robes. I figured out it was the monk of Offler: robe style was the same, he mentions himself as a Black Monk of Offler and then he also references weather. But I had no idea how to get his robe.

What I ultimately needed to do was get him wet, so he'd remove his robe. Spread a little chaos. The butterfly effect you might say. The right butterfly was needed as there are two: one around the inn during the present day and the one I've mentioned before from the park the previous night that put fish and water in the present day park's lamp. See? It makes sense. Chaos butterflies! The park butterfly was the one I needed. However, I wasn't sure how to actually catch it at first. I needed to do something with the previous night's drunk Rincewind. As it turned out the butterfly was out of reach because of his snoring.

Now, my logic was a little fuzzier and a lucky guess. I figured, okay, maybe I need to get him to move so my present Rincewind could hop onto the bench or something, and so I tried the frog thinking it might jump on him. No, it ended up in his mouth which blocked the snoring which brought the butterfly close enough to catch it successfully with the butterfly net. See, I'd forgotten that Rincewind, early in the game when getting the university gates open, had coughed up a frog. That was one of my hints had I remembered it. Now we know how he ended up with a frog in the first place. But, I stumbled into the solution anyway.

Then I brought the butterfly to the corner where the monk was (after some fumbling and accidentally putting it in Rincewind's pocket and thinking I lost it), or rather where the monk will be, as we're still in the previous night. Use the butterfly on the lamp there and presto, storm in the present day over the monk. Butterfly effect!

Back in the present day he was robeless and the robe was left to dry in the fishmonger's alley on the clothesline that was there. Finally saw a use for that clothesline.

Back, again, to the previous night where I was able to go back to the hideout and then use the glass on the drainpipe to eavesdrop on the thief to the get the password. The glass has 'fine acoustic properties'. Then don the robe and in I went into the secret brotherhood's hideout! At last!

Part of the summoning ceremony that was shown at the start of the game.

Now I got the first part of it, which revealed that their leader as the jester from the palace thanks to him showing his Chucky staff. And the other members were all complaining about things and what they want to see improved by this whole affair.

The ceremony proceeded on as it did in the game's intro.

And got a glimpse again of the dragon.

Then that was that and I was put back outside.

Now here was my thought process at the time. It was flawed. Very flawed.

Aaand, then I was back to now what. The palace seemed a reasonable next step with the knowledge gained of the jester being the head of the brotherhood, but the guards are still blocking me. Getting into the brotherhood's hideout ended up not helping much. I guess despite the dragon making a big deal of following the trail of the summoning book first I'm just supposed to start hunting down those artifacts? I just expected to get some sort of clue toward any of them. Unless I did and it flew over my head. <- Bingo!

So, I went for the bigger loose ends I still had like the inn. After some other wandering around including noticing another lamp in the fishmonger alley that led me to wondering if I could put a butterfly there at night too, only to find the frog was totally gone now and therefore I couldn't get the butterfly back, I ended up back at the inn. The inn does have a butterfly during the day but not one I could catch. However, checking the room again led me to discovering that I had missed a bed sheet I could take.

Aha! What do you with big white sheets? Ghost time! Boooo spooky. There was my missing link for the scared guy at the inn during the previous night, so back there I went. Seeing a lot of L-Space...

With the bed sheet Rincewind was able to look like a ghost and the guy hid quivering under his blanket, letting me explore the room freely and follow the steps he'd told me about. Once I checked the jewelry box Rincewind did the rest without my input:

Check the jewelry box on his bedside table In the bottom is a secret compartment with a letter opener

Use the letter opener with a note hidden under his mattress Learn the combination to the safe from the note Open the safe revealing a hammer, though I didn't realize it was a hammer at first and Rincewind didn't know what to do with it so he put it back.

And then I tried not to scream. That led nowhere! So after a moment of more growling and huffing and trying again in case I missed something I thought I'd go back to the present day and speak with him again. Maybe there was a step I'd forgotten.

No, as it turned out, having gone that far, now Rincewind knew about the hammer to ask him about it which gave me the last step. Break the jewelry box with it to get the gate pass inside. So I went back again to do the full round and acquired a gate pass that'll let me leave the city.

An aside where I'm going to get out of order briefly here. I did make some further progress, but I decided, because certain I must have just missed something, I went back to the dragon summoning again, and yeah, each brotherhood member does give a clue as to their identity and therefore the artifacts as they each have one. It just kind of went over my head the first time... From what I gathered if I correctly understood these I want

a thief though could be assassin, but presumably thief as he stole the summoning book

the fish monger

chimney sweep

the dunniking guy?

something about wanting to outlaw cheap plastering in favour of major structural reinforcement - not sure about this one, could be alchemists for all their explosiveness? Could be the toymaker? He's been suspiciously rebellious and has a big thing of paste...

Probably the Fool himself? He's the leader; I assume he probably has one of the gold artifacts too?

I got some direction. At least some people to work with. But that came later.

Back to where I was, with the gate pass in hand I was able to leave the city but I didn't know why. It was an option so I took it.

More locations! More locations...

I had the Wood, the mountains and the Dark Wood. I went to the wood first where I found a wishing well.

I was able to fill my pot with water but didn't find anything else to do.

I went to the mountains and was taken to a path where I ran into a cockatrice. Thankfully as things were looking dicey the good ol' trusty Luggage came and scared it away.

And the cockatrice left me an egg and a feather.

Then I entered the dark wood with a bunch of eerie and sinister stuff.

As far as I could tell I couldn't do anything with the various creepy stuff, but the path took me to Nanny Ogg's cottage.

Just wandering into a witch's cottage, even if it's Nanny Ogg's, seems a little dangerous, but wander in I did, sorry Nanny! The cauldron had some custard which I put in the pot, replacing the water I'd grabbed earlier. Given what I had seen of her recipe book before I was figuring it was probably love potion custard.

With that in mind, there was the whole milkmaid and barber situation, so I went back to the city thinking to do something about that.

I went back to the psychia-trickerist's only to discover that the first seat was empty now and that led me to being called next to visit the psychia-trickerist.

I got a couple ink blots out of it to keep, but otherwise I don't think the experience helped Rincewind much.

Trying the custard with the milk maid lady didn't do anything either.

Since I was in the Square anyway, I thought I'd talk to everyone again in case stuff had changed.

Dibbler was now selling treacle donuts dusted with sugar, cinnamon and honey. Very sticky.

I also spoke again to the street urchin and he started this secret handshake thing with I'm pretty sure the toymaker but refused to teach Rincewind it until he proves himself a man in more than the physical sense. Add that to the to-do list...

It was at this point I finally dragged myself back to the secret brotherhood to witness the summoning again and got a better idea of who each member was and that they were in fact giving me clues as discussed earlier.

With that in mind, I decided to go to the fish monger because he was clearly one of them and my inability to do much there up to this point had been bugging me.

When I got there, things had changed a little because there was now an octopus just hanging out in the stall as an octopus does.

I couldn't just pick it up, but I was able to use the twine to tie it up and then I felt bad for doing it, but I got an octopus in my inventory. Temporarily.

Now, my thought process that did get a result, albeit not the result I was originally thinking: I went back to the alley behind the fishmonger where the toilet is. I tried putting the octopus in it, thinking aha, maybe that'll get the dunnyman involved in this somehow and he seemed like another artifact bearer. It seemed like something could result in clogging a toilet with an octopus. So I did that and went to go see him and discovered he had a gold tooth.

So my thought process was immediately derailed because gold tooth! I know how to get a tooth out: something sticky! The donut! (thanks Monkey Island for that very quick thought.) It did indeed break his tooth and he rushed off to the barber/dentist. I followed after, and he was there, but the dentist was too distracted daydreaming of the milkmaid to actually do any work. With a little back and forth I was able to finally matchmake him and the milkmaid lady at the psychia-trickerist and off they both went to meet at the forest where the well is, leaving Rincewind to mind the shop.

With the barber/dentist gone I was able to use his apparatus and knock the gold tooth out claiming it for myself. One artifact acquired! But none of that had anything to do with my work with the fishmonger, oops.

Before I went back to the fishmonger, I dropped off the tooth with the dragon and then went to the alley where the rooftops are. I wanted to see if the chimney sweep was there and the tile that launches you was working again. Or maybe I was messing something up last time; I don't know. Either way I got up there, saw the chimney sweep had a golden brush and had no idea what to do about that, so I left it for now.

So, that's one out of six golden artifacts down, and my next goal was to go back to the fishmonger's and try to sort out what's going on there and what his artifact is. And that'll be next time where I will hopefully find several of the artifacts. And maybe I won't get repeatedly very stuck...ha... Though, despite my initial start to this post and associated sessions, I am proud of the progress I did end up making.

[hunty627]

Here are even more episode titles for Little Einsteins: New Missions.

The ultimate great sky race! Rocket was gonna compete in the biggest great sky race ever and try and win the bouncy castle trophy, but Big Jet is gonna cheat. Will Rocket be a good sport and defend his titles as champion? Only time will tell. Featuring the art “A shower below the summit” by Katsushika Hokusai and the music “Flight of the bumblebee” by Nikolay Rimsky-Korsakov.

Star struck. The team and I were having a campout in June’s backyard. We were using June’s telescope to look at the stars. When suddenly, a star fell from the sky and got stuck to my shirt. Star explained she was going to have a playdate on Pluto with Saturn’s ring, music robot and the Meeps. So, we volunteered to help star get back to outer space. Can we get her home safely? Find out next time. Featuring the art “The Tree of Life” by Gustav Klimt & the music “Symphony Number 9 in E Minor: From the New World, Largo” by Antonin Dvorak.

Leo’s birthday lasagna. It was Leo’s birthday. Everyone was celebrating, and I suggested we should have marshmallow lasagna. So, I went to collect the ingredients and make it while everyone has fun at the party. I didn’t mind missing out on some of the fun, I promised Leo I wouldn’t let him down. Will I be able to make the marshmallow lasagna for him? Find out soon. Featuring the art “Haystacks at the End of Summer, Morning Effect” by Claude Monet and the music “Rondeau” by Jean-Joseph Mouret.

Kids to the rescue! Rocket and Big Jet were going to be racing in an all out grudge match in the all around the USA race. But Big Jet cheated by blowing a bubble and sending Rocket away to a cave! Can Leo, Annie, Quincy and June rescue him before the race starts? Only time will tell. Featuring the art “Tiger in a tropical storm” and “the merry jesters” by Henri Rousseau and the music “Peer Gynt suite number 1: In the hall of the mountain king” by Edvard Grieg.

Annie’s kitty catastrophe! The Little Einsteins and I were watching cute cat videos on the web when suddenly Big Jet flew in. And he had teamed up with the same witch from “brothers and sisters to the rescue” and she used her wand to change Annie into a cat! Can we get the wand and change Annie back into a girl? Only time will tell. Featuring the art “On the River Greta” by John Atkinson Grimshaw and the German folk art and the music “Symphony number 5″ by Ludwig von Beethoven.

Annie and August’s musical playdate. Annie has planned a musical playdate with her favorite mermaid friend, August. But she couldn’t find her. August was looking for Annie too. Will Annie rely on her big brother and her friends to help her find August? Featuring the music “the can can” by Jacques Offenbach.

The around the world Easter egg hunt. The Little Einsteins were celebrating Easter and they were going to go on an Easter egg hunt all around the world. They were determined to fill Rocket’s Easter basket all the way to the top. But they had to hurry or that sneaky Big Jet will try and eat all the eggs for himself! Will the team find all the eggs before Big Jet does? Find out soon. Featuring the art “Fabergé Eggs” and the music “Aida” by Giuseppe Verdi.

The broken buttons. Rocket was taking a nap when Dee Dee snuck on board him while he was sleeping. When she saw the buttons on his dashboard, she couldn’t resist herself and began to playfully push them. Rocket woke with a start and felt himself changing like crazy! Then all of a sudden…some of Rocket’s buttons broke off! The bug buttons, the animal buttons, the construction vehicle buttons, the fire rescue buttons, the accelerando button, the high and low buttons, the clapper catcher button, the submarine button, the pogo bouncer button, the train button, the flying button, and even the super fast button! Ellie promised to help Rocket find all his missing buttons. Will she find them all in time so Rocket can get back to doing all the things he loves to do? Only time will tell.

The lonely vampire girl. The team was going a Halloween carnival and they were going trick or treating to famous buildings. But I had gotten word that there vampire girl who was named Flandre Scarlet. She sounded scary, but she’s actually very nice. She’s got colorful wings and she’s really cute too. But she’s also rather lonely. Nobody wanted to play with her and most of her toys broke. Will the team cheer her up by taking her trick or treating and going to the Halloween carnival? Find out next time. Featuring the art “The scream” by Edvard Munch and music “Peer Gynt suite number 1: in the hall of the mountain king” by Edvard Grieg.

The missing marshmallows! The team was going camping. We were going to roast marshmallows and make s’mores to eat for our campout dessert, when Big Jet swooped in and took my bag of marshmallows! He was gonna all of the marshmallows for himself? Can the Little Einsteins save the marshmallows in time before Big Jet eats them? Find out soon.

Annie, Amanda and the ice fairy. The Little Einsteins were playing in the snow, when Amanda & Annie saw a cute ice fairy named Cirno. She has the power to make snow and ice. When suddenly Big Jet and his cronies flew in and kidnapped Cirno! They were going to take her to the volcano known as Mount Vesuvius and melt her! Will the team rescue Cirno in time for the ice sculpture competition at the winter festival? Only time will tell.

Leo and the lost city. Leo was feeling sad because he lost his photo album, where he keeps all his pictures, even his baby pictures. He wanted to know where it is. Big Jet let him know he didn’t take it. Then the Little Einsteins met Dora and she told them that it’s at the lost city. Can they find it so Leo can be very happy again? And if they succeed, will Dora become an honorary team member? Only time will tell.

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*Tala laughs, letting Bug pick out dresses for her and pointing out some she thinks might be cute on Bug*

Earlier we were thinking about who could be what Royal Court role if Mikhail and Ludwig went as kings for Halloween and Maria and Emil were princess and prince. Was thinking you could be a dragon, that'd be the perfect role. Jeremy wanted to be a knight but Mikhail called him a Squire at best. I thought I could be a jester. Jacques could be the head sorcerer, with the disappearing and all. Dell... Hmmm I need help thinking what he could be

-🦖

Bug giggles, "Ooh! I love that idea! Engie should be the royal inventor, creating amazing toys for princess Maria & prince Emil! And Mickey should be the head huntsman!"