#Wystan

[rottendeadpan]

alright pile of the rest

[fefuckability]

Tellius Fuckability Face-off: Qualifier 1

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[snorms]

Im just gonna leave this here...

[weatheredpileoftomes]

a stone's throw from justice

For FFXIVWrite Day 3, a free day. I spent the free day itself starting my second-last alt concept, to not miss out on the 10th anniversary things, so have a snippet of her msq so far. Linza, early A Realm Reborn, ~1000 words. Canon-typical xenophobia/discrimination, canon-typical violence. A few lines have been taken from the lv 9 main scenario quest “Way Down in the Hole”.

Ice to halt corruption, fire to cleanse, lightning to expel sin: it would be simpler if those could be used on Ul’dah.

Wystan has the right idea.

Linza has had years of practice keeping her face neutral, and people who don’t know Au Ra have mentioned that her scales distract the eye and make her hard to read besides. She looks politely interested while Zuzumeda babbles on about Wystan’s audacity.

She would call it audacious.

She’d left Gelen’s Dint to try to bring change, but it’s taking time, and more than time it’s taking dozens of odd jobs, trying to curry favor with people who maybe haven’t ever spent much time in person with an Au Ra and think she’s a fun novelty. They don’t question her accent: after all, it’s what they’re used to hearing, isn’t it? And they give her work that they might not have, if she looked Ala Mhigan, because give one refugee fair pay and you’ll have to give them all fair pay.

“Thank you,” she says, inclining her head to Zuzumeda. “I’d appreciate the work.”

Zuzumeda waves her off, and she makes her way south. It’s a mild day, this early in the morning. As she walks she tries to remember if she knows Wystan at all, but more likely it’ll be a question of him remembering her.

Still. An Ala Mhigan-owned and -operated business, and moreover that business being a mine of rich ore? That’s the shortcut Linza hasn’t had the luck to find. It’s fitting, maybe, that it’s underneath the ruins of Sil’dih. She hopes the spirits of the Sil’dihns are at peace, but if they’re not, she likes to think that perhaps this is their blessing.

She does recognize Wystan, actually. Huge spectacles and an earnest face; he’s come by Gelen’s Dint a time or two, once to tell them about a school that a friend of his had started in Stonesthrow. Linza and a few of the others were too old for it, by then, but the younglings had been able to spend more time with other children their own age, and it had freed Master Keene and Mistress Stark up from teaching.

Wystan’s face brightens when he sees her. “Good day, uh—I’m sorry. Linda? Liza?”

It’s damn close, for a man who’s spoken to her perhaps three times, and not within the last six months. “Linza,” she says.

He nods. “Did you come to join the venture? I’m sorry, but you’re too late.”

“You’ve got enough people already?” It had better not be her size, or his chivalry. She might be a fulm shorter than him, but her staff isn’t just for walking, or even hitting people with in a pinch.

Wystan grins. “Some Brass Blades looking for extra coin volunteered.”

She doesn’t, particularly, trust the Brass Blades, but Wystan has had more dealings with them than she has, and he’s had those dealings while much more obviously a refugee and not a traveler. “Well. All right.”

“But if you’re here you must be looking for coin,” he says, the grin falling off his face. “I wish—are things all right?”

Linza gestures around. The Coffer and Coffin would probably be considered a dive most other places, but it has four wooden walls and a real floor. It has a door and windows, and a second story, and it’s big enough that even someone as tall as Jofrid could lie down with all his limbs spread out and not even come close to hitting a wall with any of them. “Same as always,” she says.

“Not for long,” Wystan says, lighting up again. “They say with enough money you can change the laws here, so I’m going to make a fortune and do just that.”

“You’ve had the Spinner’s own luck.” Linza doesn’t begrudge him: she’s just pointing it out.

He nods. “It’s the blessing we’ve needed for so long—honest work for our people, and fair pay to go with it, and then no child will ever have to grow up in Stonesthrow again.”

She bows with her hand over her heart. “I won’t keep you from your mine, then.”

“You should—”

A man in a Brass Blade’s mail bursts in, shouting triumphantly about the mine.

“Come with me!” Wystan says. “It’s history in the making.”

The Brass Blade looks over Linza, top to toe. He’s twice her size, probably, and she can see the moment he dismisses her.

Half a bell later, that’s his mistake. The Brass Blades turn on Wystan, because his coin wasn’t enough to get them to betray their lords and masters in the Syndicate. They beat him, and taunt him, and knock him bruised and bleeding into Soot Creek.

Linza had her staff out already, but she’d been using it to walk with, not expecting an ambush, and aether crawls when she’s using it for destruction. Wystan is already sobbing for breath in the shallow, muddy water when the first lightning bolt cracks down out of the cloudless sky.

Syndicate, hells. Wystan’s plan had been a good one. It was gentle, it was restrained. It would have let everything continue as it was, except with Ul’dah a better place for the people who live in it. In the long term, it’s probably even the right plan. Linza still believes it.

In the short term, thunder booms off the walls of the canyon, the echoes bouncing from wall to wall and setting even the air in Linza’s lungs to rattling. There are scorch marks on the ancient stone. Wystan sits up, haltingly and pained.

“Let’s get out of here,” Linza says, switching her grip on her staff and hammering down the rage. Stone beneath her, water beside her—the flow of gentler elements, nourishing ones.

That’s when the black-robed figure shows up again.

Linza draws in a deep breath, water and wind slipping away from her again, and lets the fire bloom.

[elenauaurs]

Hear me out on recreation of that one scene where ace catches the magicshift disc from hitting Riddle with Wystan but basketball...

Imagining it wasn't enough, I had to draw it

I like to imagine that every now and then Riddle comes to watch Wystan play, he got lucky Wystan is resting from the match hehe

Also Rip Wystan's forearms, that probably hurt a lot 😭

Just an addendum, I'm changing his name to Wystan Soverntrial (i'll tell the meaning soon, byt thank you @twistedwonderlandshenanigans for giving me this amazing idea jsjwhdhw)

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[greyteppe]

The violin is my victim, sorry musicians it's hard to draw

[theworldofwotn]

"The Queen Helen of House Slate, and her husband The prince consort, Magnus of House Wystan"

[lunamarish]

Nulla c'è che si possa amare troppo; si può amare però qualunque cosa in modo sbagliato.

Wystan Auden

[haha-artblog]

Weehaw!! A BKMN oc! I knew I'd get around to making this post sometime or another :]

Here's a new silly little guy! Wystan!

He's a little guy who was tired of being called a little guy and called for Lady Trudy to help! He first saw a poster with her on it in the metalworking factory his family owns and works in, shortly before getting knocked out by a rogue sheet of metal!

Well, it didn't take too long for him to find her, and she gave him a lovely new metallic look! He quite likes it, and he only has to let his hands do the work of bending a few pieces of metal into strange shapes every month? It's not like it's hard to come by for him, and his metal body sure is stronger now, so it seems like a fair deal!

Like my art? Wanna support me? I've got commissions!

[canesenzafissadimora]

Un libro vero non è quello che si legge, ma quello che ci legge.  

[rottendeadpan]

Bio Page: Wystan

Toyhou.se Link [ Here ]

Name: Wystan Age: 20 Emoji:  🦓 Fandom: Pokemon Region: Unova Ship: N [ Natural Weirdos ]

Wystan has a bit of a night and day personality going on. He’s not bipolar, he just grew up under self-seclusion circumstances and he lost some key points in socialization. He had to learn how to get along with people through TV programs and books, which he quickly learned wasn’t really the right way to do it. He got a job in Nimbasa thanks to a stranger. Not wanting to lose it, Wystan cranked up the persona to play the part of a cheerful carnival worker.

Due to his albinism, Wystan burns easily and prefers to go out at night to do all his for-fun wandering. Its’ at night that his ‘true’ personality can come out; that quiet bookworm who doesn’t really need People to be happy.

-- he’s also a little psychic, which only comes out when he’s touching and staring into someone’s eyes. Even he doesn’t understand it.

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1417- El mal es vulgar y siempre humano, y duerme en nuestra cama y come en nuestra mesa.

(Wystan Hugh Auden)

[yurekbali]

Alla’sen Söyle Nedir Aşkın Aslı Astarı! - W.H. Auden Çeviri: Can Yücel Kimine göre ufak bir çocuktur aşk,    Kimine göre bir kuş, Kimi der, onun üstünde durur dünya,    Kimi der, kalp kuruş; Ama komşuya sordum, nedense yüzüme    Mânalı mânalı baktı, Karısı bir kızdı bir kızdı, sormayın,    Aşkedecekti tokadı. Şıpıtık terliğe mi benzer yoksa    Yoksa kandil çöreğine mi, Hacıyağına mı benzer dersin kokusu    Yoksa leylâk çiçeğine mi? Çalı gibi dikenli mi, batar mı eline,    Andırır mı yoksa pufla yastıkları, Keskin mi kenarı yoksa yatar mı eline?    Alla’sen söyle nedir aşkın aslı astarı! Tarih kitapları dokundurur geçer    Köşesinde kenarında, Hele bir lâfı açılmaya görsün    Şirket vapurlarında; Eksik olmaz gazetelerden, bilhassa    İntihar haberlerinde, Mâniler düzmüşler gördüm üstüne    Telefon rehberlerinde. Aç kurtlar gibi ulur mu dersin    Bando gibi gümbürder mi yoksa, Taklit edebilir misin istesen kemençede,    Ne dersin piyanoda çalınsa; Çiftetelli gibi coşturur mu herkesi    Yoksa ağıraksak bir hava mı? İstediğin zaman kesilir mi sesi?    Alla’sen söyle nedir aşkın aslı astarı! Bir hâl oldum çardakların altında    Onu araya araya, Küçüksu’ya baktım, orada da yok,    Boşuna çıktım Çamlıca’ya; Anlamadım gitti bülbülün şarkısını,    Bir acayip gülün lisanı da; Benim bildiğim o kümeste değildi    Ne de yatağın altında. Aklına esince çıkarabilir mi dilini,    Başı döner mi asma salıncakta, At yarışlarında mı geçirir hafta tatilini,    Usta mı düğüm atmakta, Millet der peygamber demez mi,    Para mevzuunda nedir efkârı, Borç alır borcunu ödemez mi?    Alla’sen söyle nedir aşkın aslı astarı! Ona rastladığı zaman duyduğu şeyleri    Kabil değil unutamazmış insan, Yolunu gözlerim bacak kadardan beri    Ama o geçmedi bile yanımdan; Merdiven dayadım otuz beşine,    Öğrenemedim gitti bir türlü, Nemene mahlûktur bu düşerler peşine    Bunca insan geceli gündüzlü? Gelsin ya, nasıl, pat diye gelir mi dersin    Burnumu karıştırırken tatlı tatlı, Ya tutar yatakta bastırırsa sabahleyin?    Talih bu ya, otobüste nasırıma basmalı! Gelişi yoksa havalardan anlaşılır mı,    Selâmı efendice mi yoksa gider mi aşırı, Değiştirir mi dersin bir kalemle hayatımı?    Alla’sen söyle nedir aşkın aslı astarı! - W.H. Auden (Wystan Hugh Auden), Alla’sen Söyle Nedir Aşkın Aslı Astarı! - Çeviri: Can Yücel (Can Yücel, Her Boydan, Dünya Şiirinden Seçmeler) - Görsel: Alireza Karimi Moghaddam

[infiniterichesinalittleroom]

I’m writing songs for my next Bad Seeds record, so I tend to read more poetry and poetic prose to sort of get me in the swing of things. Lucille Clifton, Stevie Smith, Simone Weil, E. E. Cummings, Auden, Larkin, all sorts of stuff, a book of fairy tales I read as a child, and before I sleep, Roger Deakin’s beautiful book, Waterlog, a swimmer’s journey through Britain. It lulls me to sleep and gives me floaty dreams.

NICK CAVE

[elenauaurs]

My princeeee (pt.1)

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[altri-menti]

Ama l'imperfetto tuo prossimo con l'imperfetto tuo cuore

(Wystan Hugh Auden)

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