#The silver shilling

[vox-anglosphere]

Henry VIII shilling - 1500's

[pretty-ponies-nextgen]

silver shill/flim OR silver shill/flam, whichever. your designs are so creative <3

Neither Flim or Flam will say which is his dad, but Gambit thinks his straighter mane says which(Spoiler alert it's Flam). He is a dealer in Las Pegasus and uses his magic to ensure no cheating at his table!

[heliphantie]

"Leap of Faith", ep. 20(85) of season 4 (March 29, 2014).

“Flim Flam Miracle Curative Tonic is Granny Smith tested and Applejack approved! Granny Smith drinks it, why shouldn’t you?”

“Leap of Faith” may be my favorite Applejack episode, favorite S4 episode and one of the top favorite episodes in entire FiM! Applejack-focused episodes in particular are interesting in that, rather than having her learned to be true to her Element, they’re often about testing her faithfulness to it, making her putting her sense of justice in question and having to decide when she ought to follow her moral compass without risk to bring harm with it instead of benefits.

Flim & Flam, in that regard, make pretty good antagonists for her. Two families have quite a few similar priorities: like Apples, Bros are pragmatic, seeking profit from their actions, and work perfectly in sinch for common goal, but their ethics are diametrically different, and as it happens, Applejack sometimes even prone to fall into temptation to use rather similar tactics (take decision to rationalize technology in lieu of traditional work, or use invitation to gala for /pretty sure, illegal in these circumstances/ selling apple products here to rich attendees – wouldn’t she just ask Celestia for financial aid to the national hero’s family instead? – and don’t we forget her alliance with Filthy Rich without Granny’s consent) before it backfires on her as well. So, she has valid reasons for having disdain for methods of Bros, because she’s been here as well and reaped the bitter fruits of blindly following such policies.

Brothers, in particular, make formidable kind of antagonists on the show: for representing most realistic, mundane, everyday sort of evil, which can’t be redeemed or obliterated unlike any other foe our heroes had to stand against. The evil of commerce and material greed! Moreso, they even can be amicable and work together with heroes without having to change their ways, if that means any mutual benefits. (And basically cemented as allies of Mane 6 in the end of the series.) For, as it turns, money is at once the major drive and major scourge of society, be it mankind or ponies.

Anyway, the moral of this particular story is, one crazy old lady is enough to put the crushing end to your successful scam operation. Fatal flaw of these sleek guys appears to be not thinking their schemes far enough to prevent coming close to any possible source of damage. Other than that, they’re pretty fine, aren’t they? They’re, essentially, an embodiment of the main reason for the franchise itself – product promotion, no wonder they’re more frenemies than foes in the end of day.

[jisreal64]

You know, ever since 2018, I’ve found it EXTREMELY annoying that the same people who got up set over Batman killing people with guns in Batman v Superman (which was something he commonly did back in the 1940s) and Jared Leto’s portrayal of The Joker merely existing are also the same people who loved Thanos having little to nothing in common with his comic counterpart, Namor also having little to nothing common with his comic counterpart AS WELL AS being turned into Ryan Coogler’s Mesoamerican themed OC (no offense to any Latinos who enjoyed that portrayal), and love the fact that they’re turning Doctor Doom into a Tony Stark variant! 💀💀💀💀

[goldensunset]

Oooohhhh After the BW manga you wanna read the Kanto and Johto arcs so bad ooooohhhh l

two games i haven't even played????

[true-blue-sonic]

Imagine if Silver had, like, one (1) random companion who accompanied him during his time travels and gushed to the people of the future about the things Silver and his friends do in the past. Imagine someone from the future learning Espio’s name somehow and asking Silver who that is, only for his companion to interrupt and go “oh that’s the cute boy that Silver has a crush on”

I do have an OC who could potentially fit that role, namely Oliver: he's exactly the kind of trouble-finding embodiment of chaos who'd just so happen to get yoinked along with Silver on a time-travel adventure by sheer accident, haha. He'd also proceed to cause trouble like no other, but Silver's got a handle on things. And once the boys are home again, Oliver will have plenty of stories to tell everyone about! Including tales of Espio, with a complete disregard for the fact Silver has no idea what is going on when getting slapped in the face with Boyfriend Accusations.

That being said, I do think it's quite funny that even the people from the future can see just how fond Silver and Espio are of each other despite only knowing vague stories of heroics about the latter. And I think Silver might not be much help, because he will extensively compliment Espio and marvel about just how skilled of a ninja and fighter he is. Even people who have never even heard of Espio and his feats at all will figure there's more going on between Silver and him than meets the eye! And once back in the past again, Silver is going to tell Espio all about this, who is partially touched by Silver's high opinion on him and partially dying of embarrassment that he's gotten presented in such a way in the future. But he is just happy Silver is happy, and that is what is most important <3

[coinstree]

1723 Shilling George I Coin UK Silver SS and C in angles 1st bust

Obverse: bust of King George I right, legend around 1st biust Obverse legend: GEORGIVSD'G:MBRFRETHIBREXFD Reverse: Crowned cruciform shields around central Garter star, divided date above, legend around. Reverse legend: BRVN ET L DVX S R I A TH ET EL17 23 (SS and C in angles) Edge: reeded Denomination: one shilling Country: United Kingdom Ruler: George I (28 May 1660 – 11 June 1727) Year: 1723 Metal: Silver (0.925) Weight ±: 5.66 g. Diameter ±: 25.5 mm Authenticity unconditionally guaranteed! Read the full article

[oldcurrencyexchange]

Irish Coin Daily: Confederate Catholic Shilling - Counter-marked on a base Shilling of Elizabeth I

Date: 1642-43 Kilkenny (Rebel) Money (counter-marked twice) to denote a Shilling on a base Shilling of Elizabeth I Description: Kilkenny Rebel Money Shilling; issued by the Catholic Confederacy of Kilkenny from 1642-43 and counter-marked on a base Shilling of Elizabeth I (her first issue of base coinage for Ireland, in 1558); the counter-mark is struck on either side of the monarch’s bust in the…

[persephonesdreams21]

Sweet Tooth

A/N: Well let me say first and foremost. My bad guys. Lol I didn't mean to keep this rotting in my drafts for almost a year, but life got crazy. I hope you guys enjoy this

Warnings: Explicit. Oral(fem receiving) Body worship. Finger sucking. Squirting. Multiple orgasms. Willy being down bad.

Summary: You’re sweeter than any chocolate he could cook up, and Willy is all too eager to show you just how much he craves you. Your smiles, your attention…your taste.

The last few weeks of your life have been vibrant.

Filled with technicolor so unlike the dreary years you’ve spent in this town. Between the weather and the chipped cobblestone, England was so gray this time of year. Frigid and frozen over with winter winds and a constant flurry of snow.

It was on a particularly cold night that you’d found him.

Saved him, he’d argue whenever he told the story. Saved him from Bleacher and his mangy mutt.

“Don't you ever get tired of harassing people?” you'd sighed as you'd stumbled upon the scene. A familiar one- another poor soul about to get roped into Bleacher and Scrubbit’s barely concealed hoodwink. Everyone who’d grown up in this city knew better.

“Why don't you mind your business, Y/N. And leave us be. Both me and mister-” Bleacher looks to the man. The one with the sharp cheekbones and the ostentatious velvet trench coat.

“Wonka. Willy Wonka” And he’d said it with such innocence gleaming in those bright eyes that in that moment, you knew you couldn't let him fall victim to the cruel scam.

That’s how you’d ended up with an unexpected housemate.

The home you’d grown up in is nothing special and far from fancy, but you do happen to have a spare room. One with an old fold-out bed that’s more comfortable than it looks. It may have been stupid, but you couldn't help but trust him. Want to help him, feel this pull to him…

That was weeks ago. Almost a month now.

Willy living with you, under your roof, feels oddly natural. Like it had been years that the two of you had been co-existing, he fits into your space like he was destined to come to you. Like he belongs there; the two of you working together like a well oiled machine.

You cook dinner, he washes the dishes and wipes down the counters. The house has never been neater. Even though you try to deny them, every day when he returns from the Gallery Gourmet, he leaves silver shillings in the key bowl on the kitchen table.

“It’s not much…but I want to make sure I’m paying my way. I’m real appreciative of all you’ve done for me” he tells you so earnestly it makes you blush. You sneakily slip his sovereigns in the pockets of his trousers when you do his laundry.

He doesn't know it but he’s helped you too. And not just by scrubbing dishes.

You truly hadnt realized how lonely you were until he came along, and you were terrified of losing your found companion. You’d hold on to him for as long as he’d allow.

Your new favorite time of the day is the evenings; quiet ones. With a fire burning in the hearth and the radio playing softly. You and Willy curl up on the couch, warm in your respective quilts. And read. Well, you read to him. At his persistent insistence.

“Aren't you tired of me blabbing yet?” you tease as you pick up the dog eared copy of The Hobbit that the two of you had been working your way through.

Willy gives you a grin, all boyish and crooked “Never that. I adore the way you tell stories”

That makes your stomach swoop dangerously and you shake your head “You’re a flatter, Mr. Wonka”

“No, no. Your voice is more melodic than the bells of Notre Dame” and when he says things like that to you, how are you not supposed to swoon? From any other man it would make you scoff, but from Willy his compliments always feel different.

Like maybe he’s telling the truth…

You ignore it and change the subject to something that feels safer “One day i'm gonna put you in front of a map and make you show me all the places you’ve been”

“Honestly, It would probably be easier to mark off the few places I haven't been-”

“Oh ho ho ho. How modest of you, great explorer” You tease around a laugh and his ears redden a bit at your ribbing.

“It's not like that and you know it” Willy defends “It was a lot less glamorous than it sounds. I spent seven years under the deck scrubbing pots and then collecting ingredients for my chocolate whenever we made port”

“And wooing girls on every continent?” I ask and that blush on his ears spreads to the high apples of his cheeks.

He’s a pretty one and you know even though he pretends to be demure, might come off as innocent, he’s anything but.

You’d gotten a small taste of it, and hadn't thought of anything else since. But neither of you had quite mustered the bravery to talk about that yet.

The two of you settle in on the old worn couch with mugs of steaming hot chocolate, courtesy of Willy. He’d spoiled you rotten, made you develop a terrible sweet tooth. Any cavities you develop, you’re completely blaming on him.

“Willy” you whine.

“Just try it, please. I made this recipe especially for you”

You take a sip.

The first rush of flavor over your taste buds has your eyes fluttering.

“Mmm, oh my god” you can't help but moan. It’s the most complex thing you’ve ever tasted. Truly. He’s outdone himself- cinnamon and warmth.The kind that feels like a a lovers embrace. Sweet milk chocolate. Is that a hit of rose? “This is insane, what’s in this?”

At your praise Willy smiles like the cat that caught the canary “Cinnamon bark from Sri Lanka, Wild roses from China. Coconut milk”

You look over at him, appraising. Trying to figure out why his voice has taken on that husk. Why his eyes are boring into so intensely.

“What a peculiar combination of flavors” you whisper and Willy bites his lip.

“Its become my favorite combination lately” he admits “but I can't seem to get it quite right. You see, I was allowed to taste it only once, and its tormented me since”

Your breath hitches. Flashes of tangling tongues tongues and his lips pressed against yours. It had only been one kiss but it had wreaked havoc on you since.

You eyeball the mug in your hands. Maybe you weren't the only one suffering with the after effects after all.

“Is this chocolate supposed to taste like?...”

“You. Yes. Your kiss. Your tongue and your lips” Willy nods. “I don't know if anything can come close to the real thing, but I tried”

Your heart thunders behind your ribcage. The longing in his voice matches the one within your gut, the need that had been brewing.

“I’ve spent hours. Thinking of you, trying to imitate your taste so that I could have it one more time. Spicy, but not quite. More warm. Sweet…the floral note from your lipstick. I’ve been nearly everywhere and i’ve never sampled anything quite like it”

With his confession, the thin thread of control snaps.

You’d been trying, so hard. Trying not to scare him away. Trying to keep the intensity of your feelings at bay so that he’d stay, even after he secured his shop. That he wouldnt leave you when he found success-

You place the mug down on the old wood of the side table-

“Please” Willy’s pathetic as he grabs at your arm “Don't go, I understand if this was too much but I- I didn't know how else to show you”

You lean into his touch, not away and that seems to calm him if only just.

Of course this sweet silly man couldn't just tell you that he cared for you. That was not his style. He was bad with words, so much better with his hands. To him, he’d shown you the most sincere form of devotion, crafted your portrait with his most loved medium.

“I feel the same” you say, voice quivering just the tiniest bit. His eyes melt and he comes in close, forehead knocking against yours.

When you kiss him its hot from the start. It’s wet and electric, charged with emotion. With desperation. Willy’s sinewy hands are all over you, cupping your chin, squeezing your waist, so much more bold this time. The waiting had lowered any inhibitions he might have had.

It’s frantic, him unbuttoning your blouse and you tugging at his trousers.

You need more. Need to feel his dark silky hair between your fingers, his pale skin under your palms.

Nothing feels like enough. Not when he mouths at your garment covered breasts or when you wiggle out of your skirt.

You reach into his boxers, wanting to palm at the blood hot hardness you’ll find there-

He groans and pulls his mouth away from your neck, where he’d been suckling marks into the delicate skin. “Wait, don’t”

“Why?” you’re confused, you can feel him. Firm and needy under the cloth.

“Because I want to take care of you first. With my mouth. If you’ll let me”

And oh. Oh.

All you can do is nod. Lay back and let him take what he needs, you feel more vulnerable than ever before. When he blankets you with his body, you realize that you also feel safer. Adored by this man, by this odd beautiful man.

Willy is a tactile person. He wants to touch and taste. And so that is what he does.

There’s so much to feel. Your heavy breasts, peaked with hard little nipples that he swirls his tongue round. Your belly and wide hips, so soft, so much give, he watches his fingers dig in and indent. Your thighs, so plush.

He buries his head between them. And inhales, deeply.

“Willy!” you exclaim, scandalized, trying to close your legs, but he shoulders his way deeper.

“You smell so good” Willy reassures you, his nose pressed against the wet patch on your knickers. Groaning like it’s the best scent in the world.

He takes his time, savors the moment as he peels the damp fabric away. His eyes locked on how the strings of slick stretch and shine in the low fire light. You’re so wet, the puffy lips of your cunt sopping already. And when he takes his first tentative lap, he knows that he could do this for hours and there's no way he’d ever be able to replicate it.

Nectar from the gods. Earthy and sour sweet.

You whimper as he feasts, as he gorges greedily. The sight of his dark head bobbing between your thighs makes you shudder. It’s almost unreal. That he’s doing this, that he wants you. His arms are wrapped around the back of your thighs, holding them up, holding you open.

You come for the first time with your fingers buried in his hair, pressing his face deep into you. Riding his nose and tongue.

For the second time you’re arching away from the sharp pleasure.

“Willy” you choke on your whines as his fingers reach deep into you, hitting that sensitive place inside over and over. You’re shaking with overstimulation, but hes groaning like he’s the one being brought to orgasm over and over.

He pulls his wet mouth away every so often. To tell you how beautiful you are. How good you taste.

“I can’t” you whisper, warningly.

“Please” Willy insists, his breath against your clit “One more, one more for me”

You can't deny him anything, can you?

You arch right up from the couch cushions, squealing as you hit that peak again. But this time is different, this time something inside you bursts, pushing wetness out in a flood.

Willy lets out a gutted sound from where he’s smothered by your thighs, that have tightened vice like around his head during your orgasm.

Coming down from it is almost painful and you’ve never sobbed from pleasure but well. There’s a first time for everything. While you shake and shiver Willy’s gentle, petting your thighs and tummy in soothing circles. Pulling away from your over sensitive flesh.

He stares up at you, his gaze heavy and his tongue poking out every few seconds. Swiping at his wet lips. Like he can't stop tasting you. It’s debauched. Beautiful.

“You are the best thing i’ve ever tasted” Willy pants out the vow, raw with honesty. Drunk on the flavor of you.

Wryly, you wonder if he’ll try to manufacture it into a truffle. A fancy bon bon.

You smile as he climbs back fully on top of you, your arms wrapping around him and holding him close. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering-

“My turn to taste you”

🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬

I never thought I’d be writing Willy Wonka smut but well. Here I am lol

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zigvolt - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Cafeteria]

Sebek: …Mm, today's lunch was delicious, as always. That should hold me through the afternoon. Now, for dessert…

Azul: Sebek-san. May I take this seat beside you? I cannot seem to find any other available seat.

Sebek: Azul-senpai, huh. I care not. I am just about to finish eating, anyway.

Azul: Well, thank you. Oh, by the way, I heard tomorrow is your birthday, is it not?

Azul: Is there anything you desire? No matter how difficult it may be, I will make a special order to acquire it for you.

Sebek: No, thanks. Who knows what you'll require from me as compensation. And how do you even know my birthdate in the first place!?

Sebek: As I expected, I absolutely can't let my guard down around you Octavinelle folk. I see your whole reason to sit next to me was to shill your services, too.

Azul: Of course not! Sitting next to you was pure coincidence. However, if you ever feel the need, you may call upon me whenever you wish.

Sebek: I promise you, there won't ever be a time I feel that need! Excuse me.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Hallway]

Sebek: …Hm, NO SIGNS OF ABNORMAL ACTIVITY IN THIS AREA!!

Sebek: Seeing that nefarious intruders could sneak into the dorm at any time without our knowledge...

Sebek: As Malleus-sama's retainer, I cannot neglect doing my rounds of the dormitory.

[Silver appears and speaks]

Sebek: Ah, Silver. So, there were no problems on the western side, I see. …You made sure to look in every nook and cranny, yes?

Sebek: You're always zoning out, after all. I can't help but worry about you overlooking something.

[Silver speaks]

Sebek: Hm? You're saying you didn't fall asleep during your patrol?

Sebek: SAYS THE GUY WHO WAS SLEEPING UP A STORM DURING EQUESTRIAN PRACTICE!! DON'T BE TAKING IT EASY DURING YOUR ROUNDS AS WELL!!

Sebek: I will head towards the northern area for my patrol. You should go take care of the southern area with the utmost care. …DO NOT FALL ASLEEP!!

[Diasomnia Dorm – Sebek's Room]

Sebek: Now then… I've finished my rounds, and taken my shower.

Sebek: A proper knight must also build the proper knowledge. Time to work on my studies in my room!

[Diasomnia Dorm – Sebek's Room]

Sebek: Now that I've finished my homework, I should review my magical history classwork. While I may have a good grasp of what happened and where…

Sebek: When it comes to reading the textbook, I find it difficult to put together the chronological events as well what directly caused them.

Sebek: I should re-compile the notes I took during class and attempt to re-organize everything.

[Roommates chatter]

Sebek: You lot are too noisy! Why are you all huddled together and groaning?

[Roommate A speaks]

Sebek: There's an Enigmics question that none of you can solve?

Sebek: I won't be able to focus if you all keep on groaning like that. Here, show it to me…. Oh, it's this problem?

[Roommate A speaks]

Sebek: Heh, what, you can't even solve an easy question like this? If you were paying attention to class, this would be a snap to figure out.

Sebek: At this rate, you're being a disappointment to your status as Diasomnia student under the domain of Malleus-sama.

Sebek: Fine, fine, here. I'll show you how it's done. You should be thanking me on bended knee.

[Roommate B speaks]

Sebek: …Hm? I'm full of myself? Haah, the one being instructed doesn't have the right to complain!

Sebek: First, you'll use this formula. Then you'll take the number derived from that and plug it into this formula… And this is the answer!

[Roommate A speaks]

Sebek: Seems like you've finally understood. You should hold yourself to a higher standard as a student from Diasomnia and focus better on your studies.

[Roommate B speaks]

Sebek: …You're thankful, but I'm still rudely full of myself? Well then, what should I make of your attitudes towards me, despite teaching you!?

Sebek: I've finished reviewing my lessons and preparing for tomorrow's classes. All that's left is to answer this.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body

Sebek: I am attending the same school as Malleus-sama and living in the same dormitory. There's only one thing I could possibly want in this circumstance.

Sebek: "I'D LIKE TO BE PLACED IN THE ROOM NEXT TO MALLEUS-SAMA."

Sebek: As his retainer, I am here to protect Malleus-sama and I strive to be of use to him at all times…

Sebek: So if I were to have the room next to his, I could immediately be at his side were anything to happen! I could also greet him first in the morning!

Sebek: I wouldn't care the condition of the room, so long as it was next to his. "Please make this a reality as soon as possible," I'll add.

Sebek: That's it for the survey. Time to prepare for bed…

Sebek: I think I'll pick up my novel where I last left off. I did end up having to stop at a very interesting point…

[flips page]

Sebek: So that advisor shows up here, do they? It’s true that that position would have existed during this era… Well, this is a fascinating interpretation of their interactions.

Sebek: This author is definitely a good read. Their stories are faithful adaptions of historical events, and yet their interpretation always surprises me with a different perspective.

Sebek: Their writing style is dynamic which suits the profound nature of history. I can't help but to be sucked in.

Sebek: If they continue along these historical events, there should be a massive famine after this. Now, how will the protagonist deal with that, I wonder…?

Sebek: I would like to continue reading, but it is time to sleep. I'll leave the next part to read tomorrow.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Sebek's Room]

[RIIIIIIIING!!!!]

Sebek: Nnngh… It's morning already…

Sebek: Urgh, I'm still sleepy… And it's somewhat chilly. Everyone else is still asleep, so maybe I can stay like this for a little longer…

Sebek: …NO, I SHAN'T!! GET IT TOGETHER!!! I WILL AWAKEN!!!!!

Sebek: It is absolutely preposterous to blame my lack of self-discipline and be tempted by a comfortable bed.

Sebek: As Malleus-sama's loyal subject, I cannot allow myself to look slovenly. Right, to the washroom!

[Diasomnia Dorm – Washroom]

[splash]

Sebek: …Whew, that's refreshing.

Sebek: I'll use my moisturizer, as usual. It's frustrating how my skin dries out almost immediately without it.

Sebek: Now, next is my hair. I'll take a dab of the pomade and spread it thin across my palms…

Sebek: Stroking from front to back, use a comb to help spread the pomade evenly through the hair.

Sebek: Hrn… My hair isn't listening whatsoever. I was able to reduce the severity of my bedhead ever since I started wearing my nightcap…

Sebek: However it seems nothing can be done about my hair texture. It springs up on its own every time I think I've set it in place.

Sebek: Urgh, this blasted bedhead! Do as you're told and lie down flat!

Sebek: It sprung up again…! But I will not ever surrender. I will triumph and present a perfectly styled head of hair!

Sebek: Alright… It's staying up perfectly!

Sebek: It wouldn't do to appear before Malleus-sama without properly setting my hair.

Sebek: Now, I have to cleanly was all the pomade off my hands with soap.

Sebek: All that is left is sunscreen, and moisturizing lip cream… That should be good enough.

Sebek: Wait, hold on. I recall Lilia-sama saying as a bodyguard, I should take proper care of my hands as well.

Sebek: Today is my birthday, so what good timing. I'll use this opportunity to gladly open up the hand cream that I received.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Sebek's Room]

Sebek: Hm? I could smell something nice as soon as I opened the lid… Oh, this hand cream is scented!

Sebek: It seems like the fragrance is a combination of citrus and of the forest… This scent is nice and refreshing.

Sebek: I've used ointments here and there, but is the first time I've ever used scented hand cream… Oh, everywhere I apply it is starting to give off an amazing scent.

Sebek: [sniff] …I am getting the feeling that this may be too refined for me. I wonder if this doesn't suit me…?

Sebek: No, Lilia-sama himself gave it to me. I'll use it with pride!

[Main Street]

[Azul spots Sebek chatting with another student]

Azul: Sebek-san, good morning.

Sebek: Azul-senpai, hm. What a coincidence to meet again so soon after yesterday.

Azul: Indeed. By the way… You seem to be giving off a more mature look today.

Azul: Ah, perhaps it is due to that fragrance of yours. It gives off the fresh scent of a forest. What a lovely scent.

Sebek: Right, I used a new hand cream. I thought it may not have suited me, however…

Azul: Oh no, it suits you very well. I believe it is a wonderful choice as you take another step closer to adulthood.

Sebek: Is that so? …Then all is good.

Azul: Happy birthday, Sebek-san. I do hope you enjoy yourself today.

Sebek: Hm, I suppose I should at least thank you, especially since I received some unexpectedly kind wishes from you.

Requested by Anonymous.

[funger-rips]

Fear and Hunger: Termina - Coins and Soul Stones (Inventory Items)

[Soul Stone (Unused) • Soul Stone • Soul Stone (Shard)]

[Soul Stone Overlay • Rust-Coloured Pearl • Lucky Coin]

[Shilling • Silver Shilling • Lucky Coin Overlay]

Other Inventory Items:

Books - Plants - Guns - Contestant Outfits

[nightfury-2001]

from a reddit AMA thread made by someone who saw the live-action cinemacon premiere. it's been weeks and i still can't get over some of these changes lmao. if what this person says is true then this movie somehow sounds much worse than i thought it would be - i never expected it to be good (at all lol) but almost all of this just sounds fucking awful.

some of the other changes according to the op include:

- hiccup has stronger doubts about dragons being what they think they are earlier in the film - apparently he says "maybe they’re not as bad as we think” to astrid during the book of dragons/the dragon book which makes little sense considering forbidden friendship hasn't even happened yet?????

- not so fireproof was removed which is just wtf. hey dean you do realize that scene had more of a purpose than that one line right? like it literally foreshadows/helps set up how they defeat the red death.....also it's just a nice fun scene that serves as a sort of "break" after test drive but hey gotta save runtime i guess except no wait this movie is like THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES LONGER THAN THE ORIGINAL AND THERE'S NO ACTUAL NEW SCENES ADDED WHHHHHY WAS THIS SCENE CUT

- there's some sort of class element now....? in this version according to the op the reason astrid dislikes hiccup is because "she came from nothing and has to work extra hard to hopefully become chief*, while hiccup’s handed things on a silver platter and will probably become chief (even though he’s a shill)". the other teens also tease hiccup over this. anyway apparently this new thread/element ends up going nowhere lmao. *berk is now some sort of democracy or something i guess....????

- the twins don't really bicker like in the original, and ruffnut says things like "we girls have to stick together" to astrid (what the hell are they doing to these characters)

- toothless is probably less intimidating than his animated counterpart (httyd 1 toothless we will never get a creature like you again....)

- gothi keeps a scoreboard as dragon training progresses, and now the kill ring is called “the trials of fire” and the winner “top slayer”

- in the first town hall meeting, stoick doesn’t just say “whoever doesn’t go has to look after hiccup”, he makes a speech about the village’s purpose and makes a few nods to the black and asian villagers (i'm happy to see them attempting to add more diversity to this franchise, because honestly it really is a big issue in the animated movies/tv series/etc.......but this specific moment is soooooo obviously "big corporation trying to appear progressive to possibly make more money when they really don't care")

- at some point spitelout shows up as the disappointed and negligent dad of snotlout and it's pretty funny according to the op

- the scene/moment of stoick kneeling over toothless thinking hiccup is dead after the red death battle is extended

- unsurprisingly the score is the same but with new versions, with songs like test drive sounding "much more sweeping" and "grounded" which the op liked. however, they thought the change of instruments in forbidden friendship was a little off (which really worries me as someone who LOVES forbidden friendship.....)

- not really a change but while the op liked the film they still definitely prefer the original and said "i could rewatch OG back to back but LA just didn’t feel rewatchable… almost like a dazzling fan edit on youtube you just forget about later". not exactly the greatest praise lmao

[fashionsfromhistory]

Jacket

c.1630-1650

Italy or England

Several examples of knitted jackets or waistcosts survive in museum collections are waistcoats, with well-known examples in the Victoria and Albert Museum, London (473-1893, 346-1898, 106-1899 and 807-1904). Both men and women wore these items of clothing either as undergarments during the day or as informal déshabillé or undress at home in the evening to provide additional warmth. These items tend to fall into two categories: Italian waistcoats that open down the front, sometimes known as Florentine waistcoats, and those that pulled over the head. Italian waistcoats were knitted using one or two colours of silk yarn, in imitation of patterns found on woven silks, the effect often enhanced with the use of purl stitches. The fine gauge of these waistcoats suggests that they were hand-knitted in professional workshops, using extremely fine metal knitting needles, known as ‘wires’, for wealthy classes to buy as ready-to-wear clothing. The garment is constructed from rectangular knitted sections; two front panels, two back panels and two sleeves. Several have triangular gores inserted to provide additional width over the hips, at home by the wearer or a member of their household. Their name suggests that they were made in Italy and exported to northern Europe, but it is now known that fine silk yarns were imported from Naples to London from the late sixteenth century to supply the native knitting industry. Because knitted waistcoats were for informal wear there are no known sources showing them being worn, making it hard to give them a more specific date. They appear to have originated at the beginning of the seventeenth century. Lady Elizabeth Howard, the wife of Lord William Howard (1563–1640) ordered ‘a pound of woosted for wastecotes’ for 9 shillings in 1618 and the Danish Royal family used knitted silk waistcoats for children’s shrouds during this period. Knitted waistcoats continued to be worn throughout the century. There are records of waistcoats being relined during the course of their use. Sir Thomas Isham (1656/7–81) is billed £1 5s 6d from his tailor for ‘new Lining A Purple and gold Silke knit wastcoate’ in April 1680. There are continuing references to them also in the early eighteenth century, including a London newspaper report of the theft of a ‘green silk knit waistcoat with gold and silver flowers all over it’ in 1712.

Glasgow Museums (ID Number: 29.126)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

shilver

SHILVER... but the banner features VIL somehow??? 😭 That would be Silver's name in an AU where he was sorted into Octavinelle 🤣 because "shill" means "an accomplice of a swindler who acts as an enthusiastic customer to entice or encourage others; a person who publicly helps or gives credibility to a person or organization without disclosing that they have a close relationship with said person or organization".

asdybayofqef Sebek has expressed in his Union Jacket vignettes that if he were to pick another dorm, he would select Octavinelle... so he can Shilver can be there together as Azul's new muscular bouncers www (I don't think Silver would be that useful of a salesman though, if White Rabbit Fest was of any indication:)

[ventique18]

I was looking forward to day 7 because I wanted to see how CREATIVE the writers would be to make Lilia, MALLEUS, and Silver lose, of all people. And honestly this was so???? Out of character? An actual throw away? Trash? 😭

There was NO logical way for these three combined to lose. Ruggie, the cunning Ruggie, would absolutely not remind Diasomnia that buying 50 thaumark worth of goodies would let them compete in hanetsuki if it would make the sales crew lose a match; especially since there's a special prize at stake.

And unlike the other dorms, they literally didn't even describe what the hell happened to make Diasomnia lose. They just said oh Diasomnia lost and that was it. No "ah Silver fell asleep", "ah Lilia's back suddenly hurt", or whatever the hell of a reason would make Malleus lose (it's impossible). Instead they diverted the focus entirely on Sebek wanting Ruggie and Cater, his teammates, to lose. Wtf. 😭

I know I'm a cringe Diasomnia shill but come on, everybody who plays Twst knows that the three-time champion of Spelldrive would NOT lose in a battle of mobility. They should have at least made an actual comedy of it like, them breaking hagoita and getting disqualified or something. Literally just anything instead of just saying they lost without explanation.

[jesuisgourde]

A list of all the books mentioned in Peter Doherty's journals (and in some interviews/lyrics, too)

Because I just made this list in answer to someone's question on a facebook group, I thought I may as well post it here.

-The Picture of Dorian Gray/The Ballad Of Reading Gaol/Salome/The Happy Prince/The Duchess of Padua, all by Oscar Wilde -The Thief's Journal/Our Lady Of The Flowers/Miracle Of The Rose, all by Jean Genet -A Diamond Guitar by Truman Capote -Mixed Essays by Matthew Arnold -Venus In Furs by Leopold Sacher-Masoch -The Ministry Of Fear by Graham Greene -Brighton Rock by Graham Green -A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud -The Street Of Crocodiles (aka Cinnamon Shops) by Bruno Schulz -Opium: The Diary Of His Cure by Jean Cocteau -The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson -Howl by Allen Ginsberg -Women In Love by DH Lawrence -The Tempest by William Shakespeare -Trilby by George du Maurier -The Vision Of Jean Genet by Richard Coe -"Literature And The Crisis" by Isaiah Berlin -Le Cid by Pierre Corneille -The Paris Peasant by Louis Aragon -Junky by William S Burroughs -Absolute Beginners by Colin MacInnes -Futz by Rochelle Owens -They Shoot Horses Don't They? by Horace McCoy -"An Inquiry On Love" by La revolution surrealiste magazine -Idea by Michael Drayton -"The Nymph's Reply to The Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh -Hamlet by William Shakespeare -The Silver Shilling/The Old Church Bell/The Snail And The Rose Tree all by Hans Christian Andersen -120 Days Of Sodom by Marquis de Sade -Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke -Poetics Of Space by Gaston Bachelard -In Favor Of The Sensitive Man and Other Essays by Anais Nin -La Batarde by Violette LeDuc -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov -Intimate Journals by Charles Baudelaire -Juno And The Paycock by Sean O'Casey -England Is Mine by Michael Bracewell -"The Prelude" by William Wordsworth -Noise: The Political Economy of Music by Jacques Atalli -"Elm" by Sylvia Plath -"I am pleased with my sight..." by Rumi -She Stoops To Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith -Amphitryon by John Dryden -Oscar Wilde by Richard Ellman -The Song Of The South by James Rennell Rodd -In Her Praise by Robert Graves -"For That He Looked Not Upon Her" by George Gascoigne -"Order And Disorder" by Lucy Hutchinson -Man Crazy by Joyce Carol Oates -A Pictorial History Of Sex In The Movies by Jeremy Pascall and Clyde Jeavons -Anarchy State & Utopia by Robert Nozick -"Limbo" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge -Men In Love: Masculinity and Sexuality in the Eighteenth Century by George Haggerty

[arbitrary line break because tumble hates lists apparently]

-Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky -Innocent When You Dream: the Tom Waits Reader -"Identity Card" by Mahmoud Darwish -Ulysses by James Joyce -The Four Quartets poems by TS Eliot -Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare -A'Rebours/Against The Grain by Joris-Karl Huysmans -Prisoner Of Love by Jean Genet -Down And Out In Paris And London by George Orwell -The Man With The Golden Arm by Nelson Algren -Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates -"Epitaph To A Dog" by Lord Byron -Cocaine Nights by JG Ballard -"Not By Bread Alone" by James Terry White -Anecdotes Of The Late Samuel Johnson by Hester Thrale -"The Owl And The Pussycat" by Edward Lear -"Chevaux de bois" by Paul Verlaine -A Strong Song Tows Us: The Life of Basil Bunting by Richard Burton -Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes -The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri -The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling -The Man Who Would Be King by Rudyard Kipling -Ask The Dust by John Frante -On The Trans-Siberian Railways by Blaise Cendrars -The 39 Steps by John Buchan -The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol -The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol -The Iliad by Homer -Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad -The Volunteer by Shane O'Doherty -Twenty Love Poems and A Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda -"May Banners" by Arthur Rimbaud -Literary Outlaw: The life and times of William S Burroughs by Ted Morgan -The Penguin Dorothy Parker -Smoke by William Faulkner -Hero And Leander by Christopher Marlowe -My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie -All I Ever Wrote by Ronnie Barker -The Libertine by Stephen Jeffreys -On Murder Considered As One Of The Fine Arts by Thomas de Quincey -The Void Ratio by Shane Levene and Karolina Urbaniak -The Remains Of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro -Dead Fingers Talk by William S Burroughs -The England's Dreaming Tapes by Jon Savage -London Underworld by Henry Mayhew