#cataloque

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The Comic Book Price Guide #29 / Cover Gallery 2 by Michael Studt Via Flickr: The Comic Book Price Guide / Preiskatalog 29th Edition / 1999 Books from 1897 - Present Cataloque & Evaluation Guide by Robert M. Overstreet > Cover Gallery: Roy Rogers Comics #3 Gemstone Publications (USA; 1999) ex libris MTP en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Rogers

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Trying to name your absolute favorite game series can be pretty hard actually and I'm not 100% sure on this but i think It's Super Smash Brothers tbh. In terms of guality at the least (Since sonic's game cataloque is pretty much mid-tier a good chunk of the time let's face it)

[canonming]

Juillet 2023 à Jaunay_Marigny une ambiance de violence passive et active sur fond de censure inhiber,sodomite au volant de son véhicule,via l,usage de pratique obscur,kinésie et figurine avec objets. C,est Dimanche 23_07_2023 vers 18H dans la grand rue de Jaunay_Marigny,aprés le croisement d,un camion bleu pas de publicité,à proximité de la mairie.Doit on parler d,une nouvelle forme d,exploitation psychologique,pour embellir la prospection affective de Dominique.Le pouvoir OUI mais l,exaction et le vice NON.L,échec de la perversion par le biais de la sélection de Miss Miss du catalogue 2O23,motiva l,usage d,une nouvelle technique de perversion via l,usage de pratiques obscurs incriminant la kinésie ou la figurine avec objet.Une pénétration anal au volant de sa voiture.Comment POUSSEZ VOUS C,EST MOI QUI EST LE pouvoir . Le pouvoir OUI mais L EXACTION ET LE VICE NON Référence à l,incident pervers qui se déroule après le croisement du camion bleu.avec deux individus à bord la trentaine un dixième français et neuf dixième étrangers profil pathibulaire.L,introduction de Miss Miss du cataloque étdition 2023 est visible surtout à Marigny _Brizay 86580,qui fusionne avec jaunay_Marigny 86130 le 01_01_2017.Des jeunes femmes françaises 25_30 ans introduites dans le parcours du footing de Dominique.Signe particulier,immobilité,profil ,ville intéllectuel,plutôt centré sur son action futuriste.doit on parler d,une Peggy à l'affût,une diva de la perversion, la quintessence du catalogue.Premiére sélection sans résultat,malgrés quelques rencontres.Deuxiéme sélection un nouveau modéle du catalogue 30 35 ans,une femme plus développé musculairement,brune ,avec une morale identique et de la détermination dans l,objectif,un regard soutenu,ainsi que son allure.Elle se trouve dans un jardin et accélére sa marche pour effectuer un point de jonction avec le joggeur.Echec pour cette période de fin de printemps 2023 dans la catégorie de la perversion du joogeur,Dominique.Toutefois il faut l,admettre avec une pudeure maitriser le Dimanche 23_07_2023 vers 18H sur la commune de Jaunay_Marigny ,un phénoméne obscur de type perversion via l,usage de figurine et objet,à rééllement aboutit à une sodomite de court durée.Un rapport médical abrogé,par pudeur et par la suspiçion d,une auto lésion (un non lieu) sauf qu,il y a des antéccédents .Des pollutions nocturnes anormales, des consignations d,objets usuels,des bruits anormaux dans le véhicule de Dominique des CRIC CRIC CRIC dérriére le volant surtout durant la période de juillet,notamment les années précédentes.Une évolution dans le répertoire des pratiques obscurs qui se traduisent le 23_07_2023 par une manipulation obscur ,diurne de type sodomite de courte durée, via lusage de figurine et objet ou Kinésie.Un départ pour le cinéma -Mission ipossible _avec Tom Cruse qui se déroule dans une ambiance de haute sécurité,ce jour à 14H15.Une dacia bleue conduite par un africain la trentaine,en attente dans une rue perpendiculaire de la rue de Parig ny devient une remorque,un instant.Coucou .A la sortie de Jaunay_Marigny,parking du moulin deux camions utilitaires en stationnement avec un individu au sol,profil la trentaine,français ,sport et bureau.En prenant la D 910,au rond_point du mouli en direction de grand_Pont un véhicule utilitaire léger,précédent le véhicule de Dominique.Il quitte la D 910 à la sortie pour Avanton.Profil du conducteur , trentaine plutôt discret,probablement la bohéme.De la sécurité pour cette ambiance estivale sur la commune de Jaunay_Marigny.De retour sur la commune vers 18 H ce dispositif est plus discret avec des effets collatérales.Une sodomite de courte durée ,dans la grand rue de Jaunay_Marigny,vers la mairie,aprés le croisement d,un camion bleu avec deux individus à bord,la trentaine un dixiéme francais neuf dixiéme étrangers.Un signe de croissance de l,usage des pratiques obscurs de nature perverses.POUSSEZ VOUS C,EST MOI QUI EST LE pouvoir. UN pouvoir OUI! MAIS L EXACTION ET LE VICE NON! Mon cul n,est pas un boulevard,vas chercher dans ta communauté loi du 17_05_2013.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 154 Relisten

Ah yes, I remember it so clearly when I heard that episode the first time. I was almost done cutting apple, but I didn't quite feel satisfied after MAG 152 and 153, those are statement that were a bit subtle for me. So I thought "Okay, I'll give one more episode a shot" (even though the episode title didn't sound particularly interest-piquing) and then it starts with Gertrude and I had some problems following a lot of Gertrude statements, I don't know, her voice makes me sleepy xD And I was already prepared to drift away during this episode again and was a bit demotivated. But I kept going. Well, best fucking decision ever. As soon as I realized she's reading from the Cataloque of the Trapped Dead I was like "Oh?"

JON: "And I started to pay attention to the ones I… wasn’t drawn to. The tapes I instinctively wanted to discard." That's very clever, go against what the Eye wants!

JON: "There was one, this one, that my hand… pulled back from. I dropped it, twice, when I went to pick it up." Lol, that actually sounds funny. Like "Whoops! I dropped it... Woaa, dropped it again, ahaha, clumsy me."

JON: "I am the avatar of awful knowledge and revealed secrets." Oh Jon, you theater kid!

GERTUDE: "“When he opened his eyes, he of course saw nothing" Ok, she already read that part and still couldn't guess, what was necessary to quit. Already talked about this in MAG 111, but because of this I think those memory-ghosts of the Catalogue work like the appearances of people plugged into the Matrix, a mental projection of their self. How they most liked seeing themselves. So when it comes to depicting Eric, I think he'd still have intact eyes. Cause he says he "destroyed them completely", I can't imagine how one could not see that, if the appearance is the same as in the moment of death.

I love how similar Eric and Gerry sound, and I don't think it's because of the ghostly echo. I do have a recording of Gerry without that effect. Very good VA choice!

ERIC: "I know that I’m not really Eric; I’m just a memory someone wrote down. It hurts, most of the time." Primarily it's probably meant to be an effect of the Catalogue's nature, of the Fears just doing their job. Put I guess the knowledge of not actually being you also makes it weird. Then again, what are we anyway? Isn't the memory of oneself's entire life basically what makes one that particular person? And still, it matters on which hardware we run. Otherwise, how would we explain body dysphoria?

ERIC: "You too. (beat) You got old." GERTRUDE: "Better than being dead." ERIC: (short sigh of a laugh) "Fair enough. To be honest, I’m impressed, more than anything. Hard to get old in this business. You either die, or you, uh, stay young. (short, uncomfortable pause) …How did Mary look?" GERTRUDE: (same sort of short laugh) "She got old, too." Well, let's see, this is in 2008. My educated guess from MAG 35 was that Gerry was born sometime around 1983 or 1984. Perhaaaps 1985 when we'll go with the most extreme numbers from MAG 35. We don't know when Mary killed Gerry, Eric says he left the Archives months before she killed him. So, Eric died.. what? 1984 or 1985? So he hasn't seen Gertrude in over 20 years! He probably saw Mary a few times since she summoned him to bounce off ideas of him. But even if she kept doing that for a few years and then stopped, 15 years would still be a long time with visible changes^^

ERIC: "And Gerry? Have you seen my son?" Nawwww... He actually calls him Gerry, like he always wanted to.

ERIC: "Yeah, it doesn’t feel great. But being dead, I s’pose you don’t feel things quite as strongly. Little bit – flat." Ha, like a piece of paper!

ERIC: "Elias? Elias Bouchard, seriously?!" GERTRUDE: "Hm, he’s changed a lot." <.<

GERTRUDE: "So. What did they not want me to know?" ERIC: "I quit." GERTRUDE: "You – Sorry, you quit?" ERIC: "Yeah. I figured out how." Well, at that point I was sitting at the edge of the sofa staring wide eyed at the TMA logo in the YT video of screen.

ERIC: "You know, you were never actually all that nice to me when I worked for you, Gertrude. Not like Michael, or Emma." Hahahaha, very good, let her dangle a bit! I'd like to say I'd do the same but I know that in the end I never want to give people one, what they did to me, and two, something which they could hold against me.

Eric: "I don’t know what she saw in me, not really." Not-really counter of S4: 20!

ERIC: "You were almost there, you know, with your theory that James could watch us from any eye, even an illustration. What did you do? How did you sever that link?" GERTRUDE: "My God!" Yeah, at that point I said "Fuuuuck" out loud... My spouse was sitting on the couch next to me was like ?? and I just kept saying "Fuck" over and over again. First: Eyes are one of the body parts I find the most horrific... I can watch every body horror torture splatter movie wihout problems but when it's about eyes... Fuck off! If I'd be in that position I'd be like "Yeah, you know what, I actually like the Archives! Screw that, y'all go ahead and do what you must do but keep me out of it." Second, I love moments like this in fiction! The last one like this I remember when I read The Last Wish (The Witcher) by Sapkowski, specifically The Lesser Evil. When that innkeeper (or whatever that guy was) explained what happened in Tridam and it dawned on me what Renfri was about to do (just like it dawned on Geralt in that moment. I love having the same reaction like characters, when I can discover huge things alongside them).

[TAPE CLICKS ON.] [JON SIGHS HEAVILY.] JON: "Fuck." [TAPE CLICKS OFF.] Yah, same...

JON: "I know. I know what you said, but I just – (inhale) I think I’ve found a way for us to leave the Institute."[BRIEF PAUSE.]

MARTIN: "O-kay…?"

JON: "Yeah. But it’s – (heavy inhale) It’s pretty drastic."

MARTIN: (hah) "What, you going to gouge your eyes out, or something?"

[BEAT.]

MARTIN: (gets it) "Fuck off!"

Such an iconic piece of dialogue xD

MARTIN: "Erm… like, I mean… permanently? Or…"

This has the same energy as answering "In general?" to the question of "Haven't seen a dog, have you?"

JON: "But we could leave here, you and me. Escape."

Eeek <3

JON: (squawk) "Uh, I, I don’t know. I don’t – know. But… maybe it’s worth it? The risk – y-you and me, together, getting out of here –"

[MARTIN SNIFFS.]

JON: "– one way or another."

MARTIN: "Jon."

Double Eeeek <3

So what's going on here has a name, URST or UST. It stands for UnResolved Sexual Tension, although I don't like that term cause it's just as well used for unresolved romantic tension. Especially when we're talking about a couple with an ace character, or when it's used in a show for minors about minors (Miraculous is textbook example). So it's basically a trope to keep suspension going by having all kinds of obstacles to keep the love interests from actually getting together, usually also having them pine after each other over and over again + once in a while giving them a scene in which it looks like they finally get somewhere.

Full disclosure: I'm a sucker for that trope. I loved that in Inu Yasha, I love this in Miraculous (although it's getting a bit destroyed by all there What-if-episodes with a time reset or memory wipe) and of course I love it in TMA.

JON: "I mean, whatever their plan is for me, I am damn sure that doing that isn’t it. I’d derail everything – we could derail everything, and then just – leave!"

Time travel fix-it for TMA is extremely difficult because you basically have these powerfull forces which had it all planned out. I think there are actually two points in TMA where it could really take a very different turn. One of them is here. If Jon blinds himself, he won't belong to the Eye anymore and can't complete the ritual. And given what Annabelle says in MAG 197 it sounds like Jon will even survive being cut off from the Eye.

MARTIN: "Nothing; It’s just – (one more laugh) It’s just ironic, that’s all."

That's totally in the sense of "At any time before taking Peter's deal I would have run away with you in a heartbeat. But back then you never came to me and now when you do it's me who won't do it"-ironic, right?

[my-friend-meowth]

New hobby: looking online cataloques of Hansa plushies

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Logo + cataloque for the waterfalls seller

[monkeyssalad-blog]

The Comic Book Price Guide #29 / Cover Gallery 3 by Michael Studt Via Flickr: The Comic Book Price Guide / Preiskatalog 29th Edition / 1999 Books from 1897 - Present Cataloque & Evaluation Guide by Robert M. Overstreet > Cover Gallery: Tip Top Comics #34 Gemstone Publications (USA; 1999) ex libris MTP

[thereadersdesire]

[ellsellmesoull]

Now imagine, there's this world wide panic going on. You've locked the windows. You've blocked the doors. You're afraid and powerless as the world as you know it starts falling apart in front of your eyes.

You are with your friend. And its just the two of you. You switch on the radio. All you could here is the warning broadcast and its starting to have static in it. You switch it off.

Theres an emergency broadcast on the tv too. For a while. You click through the channel's and theres nothing interesting. News systems have been down for a while too.

You wonder if emergency services are down as well.

You switch the television off after it got static too. The last news you heard wasnt pleasant at all. And you doubt if it'll help to learn whats going on outside either. You really dont want to know what happened to all the babies.

You dont know whats going on. And you thought it was an elaborate scheme by the government at first. How fucking pathetic. You changed your mind quickly enough when you woke up one day and your neighbors greeted you.

They weren't your neighbours. The mannerism, voice was all the same. Bill would wake up and drink coffee every morning at seven and he'll pat his belly at the end of it. Marge would be outside then, swiftly watering her plants and making her way inside. Though the limp on her left leg made it difficult.

But these new ones were not your old neighbours. Bill behaved the same and it was sickening to see something else mimic his expressions, mannerism, voice down perfectly. The new bills head was too big. And his eyes were too far apart.

Marge watered her plants and went back inside. Marge with a limp on her left leg. Marge who had a blank stretch of skin for a face. Marge who looked at you without eyes. Marge who looked at you. Marge who she saw you she knows your there Marge who looked at you.

You didnt stay there any longer.

And you moved in with your friend into their apartment.

Your friend who returned from their room.

They walked over to the kitchen. You see them taking the leftover juice from the counter. Their hand bend at an angle too outward. Their legs shouldn't be bending so much as they walk with their usual sway. Almost as if their knees allow more movement than yours. Their hair was the same. Different. But same.

And they turned their head to look at you. Same eyes. Same nose. Same smile. Same tilt of their head. Same chin.

It's head was turned too far than a human can. It's shoulders were behind it's chin from where you could see.

It looked like your friend.T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶��̜͚͉̱̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝. It talked like you friend. N̶̢̮̫̲̓̈́͛̽̈́̀͐̈́̽̎́͘o̵͚̤̞͚̗̰̅͛͑͗͒̎̊͘t̶̨̢̨͙͕͇̭͍̣̝͔̹̱̓̓͗͝ ̷͎̜̥͉̻͉̤̻̋͋̒̾̇̉̀͛͐̀̈́̏͛̀͝ͅq̸̧̘̰̻̰͔͔̹̙̀̽̋̉̃̀̄̔̓̆͒͝͝ṷ̸̢̣̙͈͇͉̬̰͖͙̼̈͘ͅi̸̲̮̝͓̼̦̒̍̐̈́̑̾͗̆̑̈́̒͛̽̊t̸̛͕̰̟̦̽͝ȩ̶̨̦̝̯̰̖͖̹̯͍̜̺̼̊͂̇͂̈́̈͊̍̂͋͗͠. Smelled like your friend. I̸̖̿t̶̛͕̰̪ ̸̮̖̱̑ẅ̷͕̀̓ā̴͔̕͜s̴̳̺͆́n̴̦̂'̶̩̮̲͌́̀t̶̩̀̇͗͜ͅ ̸̮͉̾̕t̵͙̮͎̔͋̚h̶̡̰͒e̴͎͐̾͝ ̶̻͐s̴̢̞̕͝a̶̹̓m̴͎̲̈́ȩ̸̝͒̿. Everything wasn̸̨͈̥̞͚͙̙̝͍͌̑͜'̷̤̹͎̾̓̒̿̉̏͋͑͑t̷̯̤̽̆̽̕ the same.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

T̵͚̅̒̆h̸̬̘̄̕͜a̸̛̺̝͎̤̦t̸̫͚̩̼̣̿͆̂̀̊̚'̴̧͙̼̈́̓̄̂̃͝s̷̪̈́̽͠ͅ ̸̨̺̩͎̻͌̃̄n̶̜͚͉̱͆̽̓́o̵̞̟͋͂̀t̸̘̜͕̔ ̶̛̳̱̬̃͑̋͌y̴̲͉͕̔͂̚ō̸̳̤͔̥̪͔̾̀͒̓ụ̴̭̳̩͈̼̉́̉́̚ṟ̶̣͇̻̽̄ͅ ̴̞̒̿̒̐f̴̩͎̖͖̈́ŕ̵̨̼̳͖̱̒̇̕͠i̴͚̦͇̟͐̊͜é̸͉̥͉̯̗̈́͝ņ̴̞̬̻̀̌̅͐́̆d̵̝̙͓̒̊̒͑̚͝.

[shimmerbeasts]

"There is still a difference between a human-made monster and an animal. But I suppose you are right. Hiding glistening fangs or claws from one another seems rather pointless."

His shoes left dark imprints upon the stones of the bridge as Silco followed LeBlanc. Halting by the railing, he crossed his arms on top of them and peered across the Pilt as it streamed away from them, eventually entering the Guardian's Sea. From how they stood, it was nothing but a sliver of silver upon the horizon. What must it be like to be able to afford to travel? Most Zaunites had the sad fortune of being trapped in their town all their lives. Not having the means to get out, but also not willing to relinquish an inch of their territory.

Give an inch and they take a mile.

Not that Topside cared about this. Zaun wasn't even marked on their fancy maps. Instead, it was simply called Old Piltover. Everything was Piltover for those on the other side of the river. It was disgusting and it wasn't right. How could the Undercity be Piltover when everything about it was so very different?

Underneath them, the stream of the Pilt was broken up by the lean, dark bodies of the Giant River Otters and the fishermen's boats. Their loud chatter and yowls carried up high into the sky. Morbidly, their vocalisation sounded like a flock of children drowning. Sometimes, Silco felt that even the river was doing everything in its power to discourage Piltovans from going near it. No, it was Zaun who owned the river! Zaun, who fished in those waters. Piltovans just saw it as a fast means of transport to get their products from one destination to another.

Silco smiled politely. Looking at the book, LeBlanc was flipping through, the Eye of Zaun recognised it as a trading cataloque. It might even be from this year. How long ago had been Progress Day? It couldn't be more than a couple of months. They still had some time before the sickly months arrived.

"It is not a miracle, LeBlanc", Silco said, "I just had a very good idea of what to do, how to do it and what time frame, I was giving myself for it. Even so, Zaun has always been more adept at reacting to changes and surprises as opposed to Piltover. Ironic, don't you think? The City of Progress being allergic to the very notion of change."

At her question, the Eye of Zaun couldn't help but chuckle. He stepped over towards LeBlanc and asked: "Is it now a crime to wish to have good relationships with one's trading partner? I've learned that this makes cooperation a lot easier. And well, down here, we do operate on a system of mutual respect. Loyalty was always a cornerstone of the Undercity. The loyalty of the community towards one another."

The same community, which had betrayed and ostracised him. And yet, Silco still deeply believed in that community.

@shimmerbeasts Said:

❛  see, that's what i admire about you, LeBlanc: your willingness to go to extremes in order to get what you want. it is a quality we both share.  ❜ (from Silco)

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"It takes a monster to know another.” LeBlanc had a smug smile on her dark lips, eyeing the Chem Baron from the corner of her eyes. Sitting on the bridge railing that connected Piltover and Zaun with crossed legs, the Pale Sorceress flipped through the pages of an old journal containing a lengthy list of names.

“I’ve been doing it for quite some time now,” she continued, not revealing for how long exactly. “We are much more alike than you think. And considering your short life and even shorter span of time since you started changing Zaun and challenging Piltover to now, what you did is nothing less than a miracle. There is no saying of what you would’ve accomplished if you were a mage or a sorcerer.” Which might be for the best. No doubt Silco could start a new Rune War if he had the capacity to wield magic.

“But what did I do to deserve such praise from you, Silco? Is there anything you need?”

[scnctuary]

i need to add muses...

[crisnodz]

the catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins... #shape #shapes #cataloque #born #exhaust #variety #begins #us #we #our #me (at Gate 71, Hong Kong International Airport) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvnteTrn2ko/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hy1esquf3rt0

[brilianti]

Katalog Sophie Martin Paris Juni 2017

Edisi Lebaran 

[samoililja]

🛍️

[fishymom-art]

Cesar, the fuck are you looking at

/i decided to make a sketchy mandela cataloque animatic, cause fuck you that’s why/

[imperial-russia]

Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana and Maria posing in fine furs